I live and die through England I live and die through England It leaves sadness. It leaves a taste, a bitter one.
Remedies never were, remedies not within my reach. I cannot go on as I am. I cannot leave.
A withered vine, a bitter one reaching from the nations' dirt. England, I have searched for your springs, but people stagnate with time like water or air.
Undaunted, never failing for you, England, is all to which I cling