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