Ye mariners of England

Ye mariners of England,Who guard our native seas,Whose flag has braved a thousand yearsThe battle and the breeze!Your glorious standard launch again,To match another foe,And sweep through the deep,While the stormy winds do blow.

While the stormy winds do blow,While the stormy winds do blow,While the battle rages long and loadAnd the stormy tempests blow.

The spirits of your fathersWill start from every wave;The deck it was their field of fame—The ocean was the grave.The Blake and mighty Nelson fellOur manly hearts will glow,you sweep through the deep,While the stormy winds do blow.While the stormy winds. &c.

The meteor-flag of EnglandMust yet terrific burn,Till the stormy night of war departAnd the star of peace return.Then to our faithful marinersThe social can shall flow,Who swept through the deep,While the stormy winds did blow.

While the stormy winds did blow,While the stormy winds did blow,While the battle raged long and load,And the storms of war did blow.