The stately homes of England! / How beautiful they stand, / Amidst their tall ancestral trees, / O'er all the pleasant land!

The cottage homes of England! / By thousands on her plains.

The boy stood on the burning deck - / Whence all but he had fled.

Not there, not there, my child!

The stately homes of England, / How beautiful they stand!

Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, suffering yet hoping all things.