Two nations are there of one common stock;

[ZaunköniG]

Two nations are there of one common stock;
One in the heart of Europe fortified,
The other freshen'd by the daily tide
Shaping from age to age her bulwark rock.

Two faithful members of the holy flock,
In the most holy bond of love allied,
Unite the valour, worth, and selfless pride
Of two great kindreds, like a braided look -

A braided lock, I've seen - so nicely braided,
With softest interchange of brown and gold,
Each into each so exquisitely shaded,

That they were ever twain could not be told.
E'en so for thee, sweet daughter of my friend,
May Albion and Allmain their virtues blend.