We’ll last, as we’ve lasted
up till now, awoken,
though fate-battered, blasted,
never crushed or broken.
Many tidal surges
at our promontory
fought off down the ages,
we’ll fight on, yield nary!
Though our flags be rended,
rooftop torn, storm-blustered,
we’ll stay, our house tended
by our hands, own-mastered.
Let seas seethe, rapacious,
by our blood outlasted,
gutsy, contumacious,
we’ll last, as we’ve lasted!
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