The Promise of Empire by Bill Baillie
In the space of a lifetime
We have traded our place
From the centre of Empire
To the edges of space
Where once we ruled
We are now ruled over
From the mountains of Mourne
To the White Cliffs of Dover
We have lost our religion
Our bluster and pride
And the lion that once roared
Has curled up and died
But the blood that was squandered
In Flanders and France
Still flows in our veins
And given the chance
The promise of Empire
The love and the pride
Will shine in the darkness
With God on our side.
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