New minstrel/Ye mariners of England
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
And the star of peace return.
Then to our faithful mariners
The social can shall flow,
Who swept through the deep,
While the stormy winds did blow.
While the stormy winds did blow,
While the stormy winds did blow,
While the battle raged long and load,
And the storms of war did blow.