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I'll tell thee how the steed drew nigh,
And left his lord afar;
But if my tale should make you sigh,
I'll strike the light guitar.
But if my tale, &c.
YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.
Ye mariners of England,
Who 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 stormy winds do blow,
While the stormy winds do blow,
While the battle rages long and load
And the stormy tempests blow.
The spirits of your fathers
Will start from every wave;
⟨The deck⟩ it was their field of fame—
The ocean was the grave.
The Blake and mighty Nelson fell
⟨Our⟩ manly hearts will glow,
you sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow.
While the stormy winds. &c.
The meteor-flag of England
Must yet terrific burn,
Till the stormy night of war depart
