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'YE MARINERS'

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,

While the stormy winds do blow;

While the battle rages loud and long,

And the stormy winds do blow.

The spirits of your fathers

Shall start from every wave !

For the deck it was their field of fame,

And Ocean was their grave :

Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell

Your manly hearts shall glow,

As ye sweep through the deep,

While the stormy winds do blow;

While the battle rages loud and long,

And the stormy winds do blow.

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,

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