"What is the next line, which is also the title, of this national song: ""Land of my high endeavour. Land of the shining river. Land of my heart forever. .....""?"
"of the old Highland men.<BR> <BR> Towering in gallant fame,<BR> Scotland my mountain hame,<BR> High may your proud standards gloriously wave,<BR> Land of my high endeavour,<BR> Land of the shining river,<BR> Land of my heart for ever,<BR> Scotland the brave. Scotland the Brave ""Scotland the Brave"" () is a Scottish patriotic song. It was one of several songs considered an unofficial national anthem of Scotland (others being ""Flower of Scotland"" and ""Scots Wha Hae""). The tune was first played probably about the beginning of the 20th century, and at that time was known sometimes as ""Scotland the Brave!!!"" The earliest"
"we stand,<br> Singing thy praise, O native land.<br> We raise up our hearts and our voices on high,<br> The hills and the valleys re-echo our cry;<br> Blessing and peace be ever thine own,<br> Land that we love, our Sierra Leone.<br> <br> One with a faith that wisdom inspires,<br> One with a zeal that never tires;<br> Ever we seek to honour thy name,<br> Ours is the labour, thine the fame.<br> We pray that no harm on thy children may fall,<br> That blessing and peace may descend on us all;<br> So may we serve thee ever alone,<br> Land that we love, our"
"my Dignity, Thou my Delight; Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tow’r: Raise Thou me heav’nward, O Pow’r of my pow’r. Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise, Thou mine Inheritance, now and always: Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art. High King of Heaven, my victory won, May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heav’n’s Sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all. Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; Be all else but naught to me, save"
"the humanist call:<br> To give and not to count the cost’ each day;<br> Bless those who rule to serve with resoluteness,<br> To make this clime a land of righteousness.<br> Land of the Rising Sun (anthem) ""Land of the Rising Sun"" was the proclaimed national anthem of the secessionist African state of Biafra, in south-eastern Nigeria. The tune was adopted from Sibelius' ""Finlandia"", and written by Nnamdi Azikiwe. Land of the rising sun, we love and cherish,<br> Beloved homeland of our brave heroes;<br> We must defend our lives or we shall perish,<br> We shall protect our lives from all our foes;<br>"
"be so, grieve not, the flag of our Republic has our blood-stained glory.<br> If it's to be so, grieve not, the flag of our Republic has our blood-stained glory.<br> <br> Perhaps my eyes will shut and never open again, will you understand my silent emotions?<br> Perhaps I will sleep forever, never able to wake up. Will you believe that I have been transformed into mountains?<br> If it's to be so, grieve not, the soil of our Republic contains the love we have given.<br> If it's to be so, grieve not, the soil of our Republic contains the love we have"
"Land of the Rising Sun (anthem) ""Land of the Rising Sun"" was the proclaimed national anthem of the secessionist African state of Biafra, in south-eastern Nigeria. The tune was adopted from Sibelius' ""Finlandia"", and written by Nnamdi Azikiwe. Land of the rising sun, we love and cherish,<br> Beloved homeland of our brave heroes;<br> We must defend our lives or we shall perish,<br> We shall protect our lives from all our foes;<br> But if the price is death for all we hold dear,<br> Then let us die without a shred of fear.<br> Hail to Biafra, consecrated nation,<br> O fatherland, this be"
"land just like the rest!<BR> The land was meant for the people. Chorus Clear the way for liberty, the land must all be free,<BR> None of us shall falter from the fight tho' stern shall be.<BR> 'Til the flag we love so well shall fly from sea to sea,<BR> O'er the land that is free for the people. Chorus The army now is marching on, the battle to begin,<BR> The standard now is raised on high to face the battle din,<BR> We'll never cease from fighting 'til the victory we win,<BR> And the land is free for the people. Chorus"
"Canada! Beneath thy shining skies May stalwart sons, and gentle maidens rise, To keep thee steadfast through the years From East to Western sea. Our own beloved native land! Our True North, strong and free! ""Chorus"" Ruler supreme, who hearest humble prayer, Hold our Dominion within thy loving care; Help us to find, O God, in thee A lasting, rich reward, As waiting for the better Day, We ever stand on guard. ""Chorus""</poem> The first verse is the same. The other verses follow. <poem lang=""fr"" style=""float:left;"">Sous l'œil de Dieu, près du fleuve géant, Le Canadien grandit en espérant. Il est"
"Terre de liberté. [Chorus] 3rd couplet<br> O terre aux multiples visages,<br> Nord, Sud, Iles loyauté,<br> Tes trois provinces sont l’image<br> De ta grande diversité.<br> Nous tes enfants, tu nous rassembles,<br> Tempérant nos souvenirs.<br> D’une seule voix, chantons ensemble :<br> Terre, tu es notre avenir. [Chorus] 1st couplet<br> Oh sacred land of our ancestors,<br> The light which lights the way of our lives,<br> You invite them to pass on to us<br> Their dreams, their hopes, their desires.<br> In the shelter of the columnar pines,<br> In the shade of the flame trees,<br> In the valleys of your rivers,<br> Their heart is always"
"nước. Ôi xương tan máu rơi, lòng hận thù ngất trời. Sông núi bao nhiêu năm cắt rời. Đây Cửu Long hùng tráng. Đây Trường Sơn vinh quang. Thúc giục đoàn ta xung phong đi giết thù. Vai sát vai chung một bóng cờ. Vùng lên! Nhân dân miền Nam anh hùng! Vùng lên! Xông pha vượt qua bão bùng. Thề cứu lấy nước nhà! Thề hy sinh đến cùng! Cầm gươm, ôm súng, xông tới!<br> Vận nước đã đến rồi. Bình minh chiếu khắp nơi. Nguyện xây non nước sáng tươi muôn đời. 解放沔南、眾喒共決進𨀈。 滅帝國美、破散佊僂𧸝渃。 喂𩩫散泖淶，𢚸恨讎䇄𡗶。 瀧𡶀包饒𢆥拮淶。 低九龍雄壯。低長山榮光。 促逐團喒衝鋒𠫾𢷄讎。"
"acclaim your beauty Towards the horizon look up Frisks with the tumultuous accents Of your proud children all trained Caressed promises of future Refrain: The work of your burning ground Endless will soak the ardent hearts, And the virtues of your children The girdle of a triumphant diadem. Refrain: May God keep you in his goodness, May the happiness of your beloved soil, The love of the brethren be the key, Honor, Unity and Freedom. This anthem has been replaced since 1984 by a new anthem, the Ditanyè. Republic of Upper Volta The Republic of Upper Volta (), now Burkina"
"I stand, May you be forever free, Gibraltar, my own land. Mighty pillar, Rock of splendour, Guardian of the sea, Port of hope in times of need, Rich in history. Gibraltar, Gibraltar, The Rock on which I stand, May you be forever free, Gibraltar my own land. God give grace to this our homeland, Help us to live as one, Strong in freedom, Truth and justice, Let this be our song. Gibraltar, Gibraltar, The Rock on which I stand, May you be forever free, Gibraltar! Gibraltar! My own land!</poem> Gibraltar Anthem The Gibraltar Anthem is the national song of the"
"of the delicious and fragrant meadows. And the tree branches and leaves will fall and the flowers of a dear new succulent era. The sacred chanting of life rang in the dreamy enchanted temple, and declared in the universe that ambition is the flame of life and spirit of glory. So if the souls will to live, then destiny must answer. Humat al-Hima (Defenders of the Homeland) O defenders of the Homeland! Rally around to the glory of our time! The blood surges in our veins, We die for the sake of our land. Let the heavens roar with thunder"
"the history in its pomps engraved forever;<br> your soil is center of enormous riches,<br> your sky, the most beautiful that the sun has illuminated! I <br> Gentle amazona with a smiling face,<br> valiant you show yourself over a high rock;<br> the laurels encircle your olympic forehead<br> and the wind hoists your graceful pennant! II <br> To the tragic encounter of hirsute lions,<br> your eagles went in a triumphal march;<br> and the sun at San Félix shone in your escutcheons!,<br> and your name was inmortal henceforth! III <br> You enclose, oh Homeland! the beautiful and the great.<br> The glory makes you"
"The land of my fathers is dear to me,<br> Old land where the minstrels are honoured and free;<br> Its warring defenders so gallant and brave,<br> For freedom their life's blood they gave. Old land of the mountains, the Eden of bards,<br> Each gorge and each valley a loveliness guards;<br> Through love of my country, charmed voices will be <br> Its streams, and its rivers, to me. Though foemen have trampled my land 'neath their feet, <br> The language of Cambria still knows no retreat;<br> The muse is not vanquished by traitor's fell hand,<br> Nor silenced the harp of my land."
"grand,<br> Queen of all, she is my motherland. Sun, moon, planets, and stars aglow,<br> Where else with such a vibrant flow?<br> Where does lightning dance in clouds so dark and deep?<br> (Her) birdsong wakes me up, after lulling me to sleep.<br> Nowhere will you find a nation so grand,<br> Queen of all, she is my motherland. Who has such cool rivers?<br> Where are such smoky mountains?<br> Where do such lush green fields meet under the sky?<br> Where does the wind make such waves on rice-fields and blow by?<br> Nowhere will you find a nation so grand,<br> Queen of all, she"
"Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise; Be Thou mine inheritance, now and always; Be Thou and Thou only the first in my heart, O high King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art. High King of heaven, Thou heaven's bright Sun, O grant me its joys, after vict'ry is won; Great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be Thou my vision, O Ruler of all. Dèan dhòmh-sa tuigse, Cuir soills’ air mo smuain; Dh’iarrainn gur Tu Bhiodh ’gam stiùreadh gach uair; Làmh rium ’s an oidhche Is romham ’s an tràth, Réidh rium ’sa mhadainn Agus glèidh"
"Гордо свойтѣ раменѣ ""Припев:"" Мила Родино, Ти си земенъ рай! Твойта хубостъ, твойта прелесть, Ахъ, тѣ нѣматъ край! Гордо Дунавътъ се лѣй! Свойта пѣсень тихо пѣй! Вѣченъ споменъ той за Ботевъ Отъ гърди си ще лелѣй! ""Припев"" Чуй Марица, какъ шуми, И съсъ радость си мълви, Че тамъ, дето кърви бѣха — Днесъ тамъ розата цъвти! ""Припев"" Mila Rodino Mila Rodino (""""Мила Родино"""" , translated as """"Dear Motherland"""" or """"Dear native land"""") is the current national anthem of Bulgaria. It is based on the music and text of the song """"Gorda Stara Planina"""" by Tsvetan Radoslavov, written and composed as"
"freedom, homes and loved ones dear, Firmly stood and nobly died; And those dear rights which they maintained, We swear to yield them never! Our watchword evermore shall be ""The Maple Leaf forever!"" ""Chorus"" Our fair Dominion now extends From Cape Race to Nootka Sound; May peace forever be our lot, And plenteous store abound: And may those ties of love be ours Which discord cannot sever, And flourish green o'er freedom's home The Maple Leaf forever! ""Chorus"" On merry England's far famed land May kind heaven sweetly smile, God bless old Scotland evermore and Ireland's Em'rald Isle! And swell"
"of my fathers is dear to me,<br> Land of bards and singers, famous men of renown;<br> Her brave warriors, very splendid patriots,<br> For freedom shed their blood. Old mountainous Wales, paradise of the bard,<br> Every valley, every cliff, to my look is beautiful.<br> Through patriotic feeling, so charming is the murmur<br> Of her brooks, rivers, to me. If the enemy oppresses my land under his foot, <br> The old language of the Welsh is as alive as ever.<br> The muse is not hindered by the hideous hand of treason,<br> Nor [is] the melodious harp of my country. ""Other translations include:"""
"of old, Into Canada's fair domain, This hallowed oath and legacy, We vow to yield it never!, For life and peace and liberty!, The Maple Leaf Forever!, The Maple Leaf, our emblem dear, The Maple Leaf Forever!, Long may it wave and God defend, The Maple Leaf Forever!, Thro' battle flame in lands afar, Our brave warriors side by side, For freedom, home, and lov'd ones dear, Firmly stood and nobly died, Their sacrifice and valour shine, Their Names Will Live Forever!, O Valiant hearts whose deeds proclaim, The Maple Leaf Forever!, The Maple Leaf, our emblem dear, The Maple"
"through the unpitying skies. Oh! A nation's heart beats quicker with a proud exultant glow; For such deeds as these can thrill her through her agony of woe. And the England that doth render him her amplest meed of fame Counts richest jewel in her crown her brave son's honoured name. I leave the story all untold - too feeble are my words. The ocean's diapason and the storm wind's thundering chords, The very stars that strew the heavens, the suns that ceaseless roll Shall sing and blaze the brighter since they keep that hero-soul. </poem> On 1 April 2018"
"to again have a Golden Age, a ""Heaven on Earth"", that will be permanent, unlike previous Golden Ages millions of years ago. ""In your beloved America, in the not so far distant future, will come forth a similar recognition of the Real Inner Self, and this her people will express in high attainment. She is a Land of Light, and Her Light shall blaze forth, brilliant as the sun at noonday, among the nations of the Earth. She was a Land of Great Light, ages ago, and will again come into her spiritual heritage, for nothing can prevent it."" ""The"
"of Georgia's northland Beams thy noble brow, And the sons of Georgia rising Pledge with sacred vow. 'Neath the pine tree's stately shadow Spread thy riches rare, And thy sons, dear Alma Mater, Will thy treasure share. And thy daughters proudly join thee, Take their rightful place, Side by side into the future, Equal dreams embrace. Through the ages, Alma Mater, The people will look to thee; Thou the fairest of the world, Georgia's Varsity. Chorus: Alma Mater, thee we'll honor, True and loyal be, Ever crowned with praise and glory, Georgia, hail to thee. </poem> Sanford Stadium is the"
"étrangères, Notre guide est la loi : Sachons être un peuple de frères, Sous le joug de la foi. Et répétons, comme nos pères, Le cri vainqueur : ""Pour le Christ et le roi!"" Le cri vainqueur : ""Pour le Christ et le roi!""</poem> <poem style=""margin-left:2em; float:left;"">Under the eye of God, near the giant river, The Canadian grows hoping. He was born of a proud race, Blessed was his birthplace. Heaven has noted his career In this new world. Always guided by its light, He will keep the honour of his flag, He will keep the honour of his flag."
"schönen Klang, Uns zu edler Tat begeistern Unser ganzes Leben lang. |: Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue, Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang! :| Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit Für das deutsche Vaterland! Danach lasst uns alle streben Brüderlich mit Herz und Hand! Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit Sind des Glückes Unterpfand; |: Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes, Blühe, deutsches Vaterland! :|</poem> <poem style=""margin-left:2em; float:left;"">Germany, Germany above all, Above all in the world, When, for protection and defense, It always stands brotherly together. From the Meuse to the Neman, From the Adige to the Belt, |: Germany, Germany above all, Above all"
"arms,<br> My sacred Estonia!<br> Your birds will sing sleep to me,<br> Flowers will bloom from my ashes,<br> My fatherland, my fatherland! Mu isamaa on minu arm,<br> kel südant annud ma.<br> Sull' laulan ma, mu ülem õnn,<br> mu õitsev Eestimaa!<br> Su valu südames mul keeb,<br> su õnn ja rõõm mind rõõmsaks teeb,<br> mu isamaa, mu isamaa! Mu isamaa on minu arm,<br> ei teda jäta ma,<br> ja peaksin sada surma ma<br> see pärast surema!<br> Kas laimab võõra kadedus,<br> sa siiski elad südames,<br> mu isamaa, mu isamaa! Mu isamaa on minu arm,<br> ja tahan puhata,<br> su rüppe heidan unele,<br> mu püha Eestimaa!<br> Su"
"I pass, but Thou, forever Thou remainest, Lord yet to-be of all the lure of Lanka, Blood from her heart, high Blossom of the ages. O Star; O Sun of all the magic distance, All the green palm-lands setting into Ocean. All the far dream-blue diadem of mountains. All the lone mares of pelican and egret; Kingly unrippled Nuwara Wewa watching. Silver itself, Mahinda's ridge of silver. All the high rocks, the forest-ruin rising, Storied and still, throughout a marvel-isle From Trincomalee to Tissamaharama: Kindling all these, by these to passion kindled, Deep to their deep, a death-less Music calling,"
"time of need <br>When this fair land was young <br>Our brave forefathers sowed the seed <br>From which our pride was sprung <br>A pride that makes no wanton boast <br>Of what it has withstood <br>That binds our hearts from coast to coast <br>The pride of nationhood Chorus: <br>""We loyal sons and daughters all"" <br>""Do hereby make it known"" <br>""These fields and hills beyond recall"" <br>""Are now our very own"" <br>""We write our names on history's page"" <br>""With expectations great"" <br>""Strict guardians of our heritage"" <br>""Firm craftsmen of our fate"" The Lord has been the people's guide <br>For past three hundred years."
"the price, The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice. And there's another country, I've heard of long ago, Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know; We may not count her armies, we may not see her King; Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering; And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase, And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace. </poem> The final line of the second verse is based on Proverbs , ""Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths"
"dolorosa Engkau hidup merdeka. Putra-putri yang sejati Tumpah darah bagimu. Ku bersumpah trus berbakti Serta tanggung nasibmu. Aku lindung terlebih Sejarahmu yang pedih. Mena-Muria, printah leluhur Segenap jiwaku seru. Bersegralah membelamu Seperti laskar yang jujur. Dengan prisai dan imanku Behkan harap yang teguh. Ku berkurban dan berasa Karena dikaa ibuku Ku doakan terlebih Mena-Muria, hiduplah!</poem> English translation <poem>Maluku, my homeland, My land of origin. I devote my strength to thee As long as I may live. Thou art my great heritage Uplifted above all. I will always honor thee Until my dying day. I will recall in memory Above all"
"thy shade on thy right hand doth stay: The moon by night thee shall not smite, nor yet the sun by day. The Lord shall keep thy soul; he shall preserve thee from all ill. Henceforth thy going out and in God keep for ever will. I to the Hills, tune or Tune. Sung here I to the hills. Strong as the eagles that master the sky Firm as our mountains, never to die Oh Hillview High we salute your name Proudly then we will sing about your fame Then to the hills, We'll lift our eyes Steadfast and striving"
"can ne'er be told, And heroes brave shall e'er uphold Franklin's name forevermore. We love thy rich and fruitful soil, Wood, and stream, and thriving town. We love the gift of daily toil, Making men of true renown. Thy church and school shall ever stand To drive the darkness from our land— A true and loyal, valiant band, Sons of Franklin evermore. A shrine of promise, pow'r and truth, Lasting righteousness and peace, A land of hope for toiling youth, Yielding songs that never cease. Let ev'ry son and daughter stay The hand of vice that brings decay. When duty's"