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| YE Mariners of England | |
| That guard our native seas! | |
| Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, | |
| The battle and the breeze! | |
| Your glorious standard launch again | 5 |
| To match another foe: | |
| And sweep through the deep, | |
| While the stormy winds do blow; | |
| While the battle rages loud and long | |
| And the stormy winds do blow. | 10 |
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| 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 | 15 |
| Your manly hearts shall glow, | |
| As ye sweep through the deep, | |
| While the stormy winds do blow; | |
| While the battle rages loud and long | |
| And the stormy winds do blow. | 20 |
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| 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 | 25 |
| 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. | 30 |
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| 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! | 35 |
| Our song and feast shall flow | |
| To the fame of your name, | |
| When the storm has ceased to blow; | |
| When the fiery fight is heard no more, | |
| And the storm has ceased to blow. | 40 |
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