Land of Hope and Glory

- "the band would play Land of Hope and Glory and then the adjutant would say: There will be no more parades...Don't you see how symbolical it was - the band playing Land of Hope and Glory, and then the adjutant saying There will be no more parades?...For there won't. There won't, there damn well won't...No more Hope, no more Glory, no more parades for you and me and any more. Nor for the country...nor for the world, I dare say...None...Gone..Napoo finny! No...more...parades!" - Tietjens (330)

- This ceremony can be seen as Britian betraying her people in order to fight the war as there is nothing to celebrate in Britian. The war was going to kill the upper class, reduce the male youth population, demolish the class system and change the foundations of British society. The old values (thus Britian, or the Land of Hope and Glory) will no longer exist or be important. The Britan and Toryism that Tietjen knew will no longer exist as there will be no more land of hope and glory.

- The Land of Hope and Glory is a British patriotic song and was one of the most widely popular songs played during WWI.

- This song was written shortly after the Boer War was won and some critics say it was to promote the extension of the British rule around the world. (Since Britian gained further territory and mineral wealth by winning the Boer War).

Lyrics:
Land of Hope and Glory
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong.

Land of Hope and Glory,
Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee,
Who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet.

Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As Ocean large and wide:
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride:
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son.

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