Poor Peter
CONSERVATISM
Who says the old story is almost forgotten? Who thinks that a principle ever can fade? Who dreams that the old Oak of England is rotten Beneath which the dust of our sires was laid? Sires who fought for each loved Institution That guarded as bulwarks the tower of the State; The Altar and Throne, and the old Constitution Which lives in defiance of fortune or fate.
If Britain had basely deserted her station, And bent to the inroads of Cobden and Bright, How sad were this hour the state of the nation 'Neath paltry expediency's cowardly blight. Our principles spring not from beggarly whining, Ours is no tortuous political creed, But a child of the sun to be known by its shining, An offspring of the true legitimate breed.
If freedom and justice and good legislation - If honor and truth and our country's renown Are things which are felt to be worth conservation, A curse on the base hand that would pull them down! We're told in the words of Divine Inspiration To fear our Creator and "honor the King;" But where is the text for insane innovation That Demagogues, Changelings and Anarchists sing?
Then here's to the Story, the Standard old story We learned in childhood in days that are gone, No modern tale is so full of true glory, Nor half so exciting or noble, not one!
Who says the old story is almost forgotten? Who thinks that a principle ever can fade? Who dreams that the old Oak of England is rotten Beneath which the dust of our sires was laid? Sires who fought for each loved Institution That guarded as bulwarks the tower of the State; The Altar and Throne, and the old Constitution Which lives in defiance of fortune or fate.
If Britain had basely deserted her station, And bent to the inroads of Cobden and Bright, How sad were this hour the state of the nation 'Neath paltry expediency's cowardly blight. Our principles spring not from beggarly whining, Ours is no tortuous political creed, But a child of the sun to be known by its shining, An offspring of the true legitimate breed.
If freedom and justice and good legislation - If honor and truth and our country's renown Are things which are felt to be worth conservation, A curse on the base hand that would pull them down! We're told in the words of Divine Inspiration To fear our Creator and "honor the King;" But where is the text for insane innovation That Demagogues, Changelings and Anarchists sing?
Then here's to the Story, the Standard old story We learned in childhood in days that are gone, No modern tale is so full of true glory, Nor half so exciting or noble, not one!