Rose of England, thou shalt fade not here
Proud and bright from rolling year to year
Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold
Shed by thy warriors who served thee of old

Rose of England, breathing England's air
Flower of Chivalry beyond compare;
While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime
Thou shalt blossom to the end of Time

Grown in one land alone
Where proud winds have blown;
There's not a flow'r
Born of the show'r
Braver than England's own

Though gales of winter blow
Piercing hail and snow
Shining she stays
Bright as in days of yore

Old England's pride still blossoms
Fresh on England's shore

Rose of England, thou shalt fade not here
Proud and bright from rolling year to year
Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold
Shed by thy warriors who served thee of old
Rose of England, breathing England's air
Flower of Chivalry beyond compare;
While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime
Thou shalt blossom to the end of Time