THOMAS CAMPBELL
Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe; And sweep through the deep, While the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy winds do blow.
The bpirits 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 T 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'
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