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76 "Set 'un blazin', good your Lordships, for the tide be makin' strong,

Proper breeze to fan a fireship, set 'un drivin' out along!

'Tis the 'Torch,' wi' humble duty, from Lord Howard 'board the 'Ark,'

We'm a laughin'-stock to Brixham, but a terror after dark.

Hold an' bilge a-nigh to burstin', pitch and sulphur, tar an' all,

Was it so, my dear, they'm fashioned for my Lord High Admiral?"

Cried the Breeze: "You'd hardly know it from the old way

(Gloriana, did you waken at the fight?).

Stricken shadows, scared and flying in the old way

From the swift destroying spectres of the night,

There were some that steamed and scattered south for safety,

From the mocking western echo 'Where be tu?'

There were some that—got the message—in the old way,

And the flashes in the darkness spoke of you."

There's a wondrous Golden Harbour, far beyond the setting sun,

Where a gallant ship may anchor when her fighting days are done,

Free from tempest, rock and battle, toil and tumult safely o'er,

Where the breezes murmur softly and there's peace for evermore.