VII. Now joy, Old England, raise! Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; By thy wild and stormy steep, VIII. Brave hearts! to Britain's pride Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave! And the mermaid's song condoles, Of the brave ! . Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good, by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his despatches. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND: A NAVAL ODE. YE Mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, Your glorious standard launch again And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, II. The spirits 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; And the stormy winds do blow. Britannia needs no bulwarks, Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, 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. IV. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm has ceased to blow; ON Linden, when the sun was low, But Linden saw another sight, By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Then shook the hills with thunder riven, But redder yet that light shall glow 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few, shall part where many meet! |