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 In countless grand War-pieces there

The green seas foamed with gallant blood:

The skies blazed high with flame and fear,

The tall masts toppled to the flood.

But ever, 'mid red rage and glow

Of each tremendous Ocean fight,

Safe, by the strength of those below

The flag of England floated bright!

"Ah, dear, brave souls!" she said, "'tis good

To be a British girl and claim

Some drops, too, of such splendid blood,

Some distant share of deathless fame! "

"Yet, still I think of what tears rained

From tender French and Spanish eyes

For all those glorious days we gained.

Oh! the hard price of victories!"

"Come then!" I said: "witness one fight

With triumph crowned, which cost no tear: