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 Avoiding ilka cause of strife,

The common pest of married life,

That makes ane weary of his wife,

Breaks the common band ay. 



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 fathers

Shall start for ev’ry wave,

For the deck it was their filed of fame,

the ocean was their grave;

Where Blake, the boast of freedom fought

your manly hearts shall glow,

As ye sweep o’er the deep

while the stormy tempest blow.

While the battle rages, &c.