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Our admiral stood on the deck, And looked upon the sea; He held the glass in his right hand, And far and near looked he:

He could not see one hostile ship Abroad upon the main; From east to west, from north to south, It was his own domain. "Good news for England this, good news," Forth may her merchants fare; Thick o'er the sea, no enemy Will cross the pathway there.

A paleness came upon his cheek, A shadow to his brow;