Lyrics from the Last Night of the Proms
Minnesota Public Radio, September 2003

Land of Hope and Glory
Land of Hope and Glory,
Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee,
Who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet.

Rule Britannia
When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian Angels sung this strain:
Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.
The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall:
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke:
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair:
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.

Jerusalem
And did those feet in Ancient time.
Walk upon England's mountain green:
And was the holy lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen!
And did the Countenance Divine.
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my Bow of burning gold
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
'Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England’s green and pleasant land.

God Save The Queen
God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen.
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us:
God save the Queen.
Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour;
Long may she reign!
May she defend our laws,
And give us ever cause
To sing with heart and voice:
God save the Queen!

Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, | And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, | And days o' lang syne?
For Auld lang syne, my dear, | For auld lang syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, | For auld lang syne