Once more onto the pitch dear friends once more to raise up these walls with our English cheer. When the whistle blast blows in our ears then imitate the ashen of the tiger stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood disguise fair nature with hard favoured force Then lend the eye a skillful aspect Set the teeth, oh gentle men in England bend up every spirit to its full height On, on you noble English
Those men of grosser blood, teach them how to play you good players whose limbs were made in England Show us here the mettle of your footwork Let us swear that you are worth your breeding I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips Straining upon the start, the game's afoot Follow your spirit upon this charge Cry God and win for England and St George