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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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— |
| As they roar on the shore, |
| When the stormy winds do blow; |
| When the battle rages loud and long, |
| And the stormy winds do blow. |
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| The meteor flag of England |
| Shall yet terrific burn; |
| Till danger’s troubled night depart |
| And the star of peace return. |
| Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! |
| Our song and feast shall flow |
| To the fame of your name, |
| When the storm has ceased to blow; |
| When the fiery fight is heard no more, |
| And the storm has ceased to blow. |