Ye Mariners Of England - Poem by Thomas Campbell
1 Ye Mariners of England
2 That guard our native seas,
3 Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
4 The battle and the breeze--
5 Your glorious standard launch again
6 To match another foe!
7 And sweep through the deep,
8 While the stormy winds do blow,--
9 While the battle rages loud and long,
10 And the stormy winds do blow.
11 The spirits of your fathers
12 Shall start from every wave!
13 For the deck it was their field of fame,
14 And Ocean was their grave.
15 Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell
16 Your manly hearts shall glow,
17 As ye sweep through the deep,
18 While the stormy winds do blow,--
19 While the battle rages loud and long,
20 And the stormy winds do blow.
21 Britannia needs no bulwarks,
22 No towers along the steep;
23 Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
24 Her home is on the deep.
25 With thunders from her native oak
26 She quells the floods below,
27 As they roar on the shore
28 When the stormy winds do blow,--
29 When the battle rages loud and long
30 And the stormy winds do blow.
31 The meteor flag of England
32 Shall yet terrific burn,
33 Till danger's troubled night depart
34 And the star of peace return.
35 Then, then, ye ocean warriors!
36 Our song and feast shall flow
37 To the fame of your name,
38 When the storm has ceased to blow,--
39 When the fiery fight is heard no more,
40 And the storm has ceased to blow
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