Wherefore, Bees of England, forge
Many a weapon, chain, and scourge,
That these stingless drones may spoil
The forced produce of your toil?
Wherefore, Bees of England, forge
Many a weapon, chain, and scourge,
That these stingless drones may spoil
The forced produce of your toil?
Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
England, farewell thou, who hast been my cradle, Shalt never be my dungeon or my grave.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories