Come from deep glen, and True heart that wears one, Leave untended the herd, Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come; See how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Knell for the onset ! Sir W. Scott A CCV WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves O for a soft and gentle wind! But give to me the snoring breeze There's tempest in yon hornéd moon, And lightning in yon cloud; The lightning flashes free While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. A. Cunningham CCVI E Mariners of England YE 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. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave For the deck it was their field of fame, While the stormy winds do blow; 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; And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. T. Campbell CCVII BATTLE OF THE BALTIC F Nelson and the North OF Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone ; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine; On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flush'd And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!' our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Light the gloom. Out spoke the victor then As he hail'd them o'er the wave, But yield, proud foe, thy fleet With the crews, at England's feet, To our King.' Then Denmark blest our chief |