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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!
O Lord our God arise, Scatter her enemies And make them fall; Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On Thee our hopes we fix, Oh, save us all!
Thy choicest gifts in store On her be pleased to pour; Long may she reign; May she defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice, God save the Queen!
Not in this land alone, But be God's mercies known, From shore to shore! Lord make the nations see, That men should brothers be, And form one family, The wide world over
From every latent foe, From the assassins blow, God save the Queen! O'er her thine arm extend, For Britain's sake defend, Our mother, prince, and friend, God save the Queen!
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Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home; Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home
I looked over Jordan, What did I see, Comin' for to carry me home? A band of angels comin' after me, Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home If you get there before I do Comin' for to carry me home, Tell all my friends I'm comin' too Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home; Sometimes I'm up, Sometimes I'm down, Comin' for to carry me home
Yet still my soul feels heavenly bound, Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home
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And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the Holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did that countenance divine Shine forth upon those clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic hills?
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
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God Save the Queen sung at Croke Park, 2007 
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