The heart of the Hill is held secure.

The Hill has bound on strength.

Pride that is deep, love that is sure,

A stone and iron length.

A circle of seventy years and more

Guards it and rings it round.

Read the roll of the sons it bore,

Names with a noble sound.

Post after post, and year on year,

From long ago till late;

Where are the men who put them here,

These links from gate to gate?

The voice of thousands past and gone

Is wind in the trees above.

Forever their memory marches on

Who bound this Hill with love.