THE SEAMAN'S WAR-CRY

Ye Mariners of England, '

That guard our nativç seas,

Whose flag bas b^av'd a thousand years

The battle and the breeze !

Your glorioas standard launch again»

To matcb another foe -r

And sweep

Through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long.

And the stormy tempests blow.

The spirits of yours fathers

Shall start from every wave !

For the deck it was their fleld of famc,

And Océan was their grave !

WlMre Blake and mighty Nelson fell

Your maniy hearts shall glow,

As ye sweep

Through the deep, \Vhilc the sWrmy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long ; And the stormy tempsts blow.

Britannia needs no bulwark.

No towers along the steep ;

Her march is o'er the mountain-waves —

Her home is on the deep.

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With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below,

As they roar

On the shore, When the stormy tempests blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stonny tempests hlow.

The meteor flag of England, Shall yet terrifie burn, Till danger's troublcd night départ, And the star of pcace return.

Then, then, ye océan warriors.

Pur song and feast shaH flow

To the famé

Of your name, When the storm has ceas'd to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more, Ajid the storm has ceas'd to blow.