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..===READY TO RECEIVE=== ?=? .type shrop.jdo #$ $# %%1887 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 . . .