Mother of ours benign, Broughton, our hearts are thine, Loving we name thee! Whether afar or near Ever we hold thee dear, Proud we acclaim thee. Chorus: Mother of ours benign, We that are callèd thine Lovingly name thee, Proudly acclaim thee, Broughton for ever. Others may vaunt a scroll Rich with great names in roll: Theirs be the glory. Time is but young as yet - Strong in the strength of it Write we our story. Laud we the pioneers, Who in the dawn of years Made for us clearing, Where they have gone before, Or in the arts of war, March we unfearing. Proud we salute our dead, While they lie gathered Each to his sleeping; Bearing the shock of strife, Buying us fame with life, Sure for our keeping. For all we owe to these, For all thy memories Dear, unforgotten; This be the prayer we raise - Thy days be happy days, God save thee, Broughton!
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