PO.I!.Q OF PR&IWOK .AliD I'.UJUOTl&M. .!11)6::\tout Skippon hath a wound :-the centre hath ginn ground:-
Buk! hark 1-What means the trampling of horeemeD on
our rear?
Whoee banner do! see, boys? 'Tis he, thank God I 'tie he, boys,
Bea.r up another miDute. Brave Oliver ill here.
Their heads all ltoopiog low, their points all m a :row,
Like a whirlwind on Ule trees, ·like a deluge on the dykea,
Our clliruaiers have bll1'8t on tbe ranks of tlie .Accurat,
.And a~ a aboek have acatter'd tbe foreat of ~s pikes.
M.t.C.t.UL.LY.Jt lfariluni of Oinglllnb.
Y.s mariners of Eugla.n.d,
That guard our native aeo.a ;
Whoae fiag bas b1·aved, a thousand yeura,
Tbe battle and the breezt~!
Your glorious slaudanl launch again
l'o match another foe,
.And sweep thr ough the deep
While the stormy winds do blow ;
While the b,.ttle rages loud a.nd long,
.And the stormy winds do blow.Tht~ spirits of your f.athen
Shall stn.rt from every wave!-
For the deck it waa their field of fiune,
.And 0c€'an waa their grave:
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell,
Your uu.uly hearts shall glow,
As ye 11weep through the deep
While the stormy winds do blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
.And the stormy winds do blow.
Britannia ueeds no bulwark,
No towers along the steep;
Her ruucb is o'er the mouutain-waves,
Her home is on the deep.
With thunders from h~r nAtive oak,
She quellil the iloods below,-
As they roar on the shore
When the atormy winds do blow :
When the b~ttle rages loud and long,
.And the stormy wlncls do blow.