Ye Mariners of England |
That guard our native seas! |
Whose flag has braved, a thousand
years, |
The battle and the breeze! |
Your glorious standard launch again |
To match another foe: |
And sweep through the deep, |
While the stormy winds do blow; |
While the battle rages loud and long |
And the stormy winds do blow.
|
The spirits of your fathers |
Shall start from every wave— |
For the deck it was their field of
fame, |
And Ocean was their grave: |
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell |
Your manly hearts shall glow, |
As ye sweep through the deep, |
While the stormy winds do blow; |
While the battle rages loud and long |
And the stormy winds do blow.
|
Britannia needs no bulwarks, |
No towers along the steep; |
Her march is o’er the mountain-waves, |
Her home is on the deep. |
With thunders from her native oak |
She quells the floods below— |
As they roar on the shore, |
When the stormy winds do blow; |
When the battle rages loud and long, |
And the stormy winds do blow.
|
The meteor flag of England |
Shall yet terrific burn; |
Till danger’s troubled night depart |
And the star of peace return. |
Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! |
Our song and feast shall flow |
To the fame of your name, |
When the storm has ceased to blow; |
When the fiery fight is heard no more, |
And the storm has ceased to blow.
|
Thomas Campbell |
Classic Poems |
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