Classic Poem

Who says, she is in danger,
While loyal hearts are in her?
My country!
That dastard fears can change her
And beaten foes may win her?
My country!
Inviolate is she in the sight
Of Heaven, in Freedom's might:
Round her unfetter'd foot is curl'd
The infant hope of all the world:
My country!
How gloriously would each glad son
Join battle for her innocent charms,
Kiss her dear earth & shield it
Clasp the sharp steel & wield it
Win laurell'd life, & yield it
For England, England, England, my country!