Oh! England! Shall I miss those brimming shores
that plague the words of this songs sad refrain?
If I must depart vanquished from your door!
Leave my love! Till your white walls rise again!
What childish joy familiar sights contain
the smells of home and beauty’s native call
ancestral pride like blood runs through my veins
and all my dreams of glory seem so small,
my eyes can’t grasp the distance as they fall.
– Captain Cur