Come away, come away, Come from deep glen, and Leave untended the herd, Come as the winds come, when Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come ; Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Knell for the onset ! Sir W. Scott CCXLIX A wet sheet and a flowing sea, And fills the white and rustling sail Away the good ship flies, and leaves O for a soft and gentle wind! I heard a fair one cry; But give to me the snoring breeze And white waves heaving high; And white waves heaving high, my lads, The world of waters is our home, There's tempest in yon hornéd moon, While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. A. Cunningham CCL 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 To match another foe: And sweep through the deep, The spirits of your fathers For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell 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 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. 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! To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; T. Campbell CCLI BATTLE OF THE BALTIC Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, 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 land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine; On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak !' our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back : Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased-and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom. Out spoke the victor then As he hail'd them o'er the wave, To our King.' Then Denmark bless'd our chief As death withdrew his shades from the day O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, old England, raise ! Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; Full many a fathom deep By thy wild and stormy steep, Brave hearts! to Britain's pride With the gallant good Riou: Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave! And the mermaid's song condoles Of the brave! T. Campbell |