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From Clee to heaven the beacon burns ,
The shires have seen it plain ,
From north and south the sign returns
And beacons burn again . .. !!
Look left , look right , the hills are bright ,
The dales are light between ,
Because ''tis fifty years to - night
That God has saved the Queen . .. !!
Now , when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod ,
Lads , we''ll remember friends of ours
Who shared the work with God . .. !!
To skies that knit their heartstrings right ,
To fields that bred them brave ,
The saviours come not home to - night :
Themselves they could not save . .. !!
It dawns in Asia , tombstones show
And Shropshire names are read ;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn''s dead . .. !!
#S We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war ,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they perished for . .. !!
/'God save the Queen'/ we living sing ,
From height to height ''tis hea . . .
