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And her arms along the deep proudly shone;By each gun the lighted brand,In a bold determined hand,And the Prince of all the landLed them on.—
II.Like leviathans afloat,Lay their bulwarks on the brine;While the sign of battle flewOn the lofty British line:It was ten of April morn by the chimeAs they drifted on their path,There was silence deep as death;And the boldest held his breath,For a time.—
III.But the might of England flushedTo anticipate the scene;And her van the fleeter rush'dO'er the deadly space between.'Hearts of oak!' our captains cried; when each gunFrom its adamantine lipsSpread a death-shade round the ships,Like the hurricane eclipseOf the sun.
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