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Y Mariners of Britain, That guard our natives 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 from ev’ry wave, For the deck it was their field 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 tempests blow. While the battle rages, &c.

Britannia nsedsneeds [sic] no bulwark, no tow’r along the steep; Her march is o’er the mountain-wave, her home is on the deep: