The Willow Tree (1816)/Ye Mariners of England
YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.
Ye mariners of England,
Who guard our native seas,
Who for these thousand years have bray'd
The battle and the breeze;
Your glorious standard launch again,
And 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 loud,
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 their grave;
Where Blake, the boast of freedom, fought,
Your manly hearts will glow,
As you sweep thro' the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow.
While the stormy winds, &c.
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain-wave,
Her home is on the deep:
With thunder from her native oak,
She quells the floods below,
As she sweeps through the deep,
While the story 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 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, &c.