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 X WHEN DRAKE WENT DOWN TO THE HORN When Drake went down to the Horn, And England was crowned thereby.

XI SHE CALLS US, STILL UNFED We have fed our sea for a thousand years, And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead.

XII LORD GOD, WE HA' PAID IN FULL! If blood be the price of admiralty, Lord God, we ha' paid in full!

XIII BUT DROPS OUR DEAD ON THE SAND There's never a flood goes shoreward now But lifts a keel we manned; There's never an ebb goes seaward now But drops our dead on the sand- But slinks our dead on the sands forlore, From the Ducies to the Swin.