Heart of Oak, well-seasoned wood,
I can feel your presence
My breast has been your hiding place,
My fathers’ blood, your sustenance
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You are our unity and our continuity
Though some may seek to hide
You are our truest side,
Heart of Oak
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Your ancient roots are flawed by years,
Yet they run deep in native soil
Both good and bad we all must face
For ‘tis the harvest of our toil
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It matters not from whence we came
All your children bare your brand
To fracture now would be but waste
Together let us always stand
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When tyrants tried to pierce you through,
You drove them back with fiery pride
Let not your fatal hour be
The consequence of suicide
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Our fickle world is set for change,
To change the world for change’s sake
We’re told to look the other way
To bend our honour lest we break
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But in the end, unthinking change
Measures out a petty price
The greatest worth is in the heart
Of constancy and sacrifice
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You are our unity and our continuity
Though some may seek to hide
You are our truest side –
Our strong, yet silent pride
Heart of Oak