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Scotland.
O Scotia! land of hill and dell,Of daughters fair and sons I trew,Whose Scottish blood their pulse would swellThe stern oppressor's power to quell,For they to Freedom's cause are true.
Brave Caledonia 'gainst great MarsHas struggled oft through mighty wars;Met ever braved them all that sheMight gain for her posterityA glorious blood-bought liberty.
Brave, brave old Isle amidst the main,May'st thou still flourish, and maintainThy freedom, and thy wonted might,Thy spirit bold, and honour bright,Trusting thy God to guard thy right.
A Song of the Sea.
The sea, the sea, is England's, And England's shall remain,Though the might of France, and the world advance, To contest our ocean reign!Quoth gallant Blake, as he spread his sails, And his cannon shook the waves:Fire away, boys! for the day is ours, Or here, lads, foam our graves.Fire away, boys! quoth he again, For the sea, the sea, is England's,And England's shall remain!
The fresh winds blowing loud and strong, The Spaniards fled—which rare is—And we chased them far, and we chased them long, Till they anchored in Canaries.Quoth our admiral as their castles blazed With guns like a stormy night,Do they think to frighten us? Fire away, boys, For old England's might and right!Fire away, boys! quoth he again For the sea. the sea is England's,And England's shall remain!
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