To the Children of the Empire
From 'Where the Rainbow Ends'
Child of the Empire, where'er you may roam,
Here is a message that comes from your home -
Those little grey islands, washed by north seas,
Where the flag of Great Britain rides out on the breeze:
Near and at home, afar or beyond
A Briton's word is a Briton's bond;
He cannot be bought and he shall not be sold,
And whatever land his flag does enfold -
There - never shall Truth be held second to gold.
Small are the isles that encradled your race,
Mighty the Empire in which you have a place;
Read here, in this message, what made Britain great,
And keep faith with your fathers, whatever your state -
Carry on! Carry on! Carry on!