The Musical Charmer/The Mariners of Britain
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The Mariners of Britain.
Ye Mariners of Britain,that guard our native seas,Whose flag has brav'd, a thousand years,the battle and the breeze,Your glorious Standard launch again;to match another foe,And sweep thro' the deep,while the stormy tempests blow.While the battle rages long and loud,and the stormy tempests blow.
The spirit of your fathersshall start from ev'ry wave;For the deck it was their field of fame,the ocean was their grave;Where Blake, the boast of Freedom, sought,your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep o'er the deep,while the stormy tempests blow.While the battle, &c.
Britannia needs no bulwark,no tow'r 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,Like the roar on the shore,when the stormy tempests blow.While the battle, &c.
The meteor-flag of Britain,shall yet terrific burn!Till danger's troubled night depart,and the star of peace return;Then, then ye ocean-warriors,our song and feast shall flowTo the fame of your name,when the tempests cease to blow.
When the fiery fight is heard no moreand the tempests cease to blow.
