Oh the men of merry, merry England, Search ye the wide world round, And take ye the best From the East to the West, Where are such to be found? The herald of fame Attends on the name, 'Tis a passport to all that is free; On the sea or the land, Ever foremost they stand, Then gaily my burthen shall be, The men of merry, merry England, The men of merry, merry England, Let the bottle pass, And toss another glass To the men of merry, merry England. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |