THOMAS CAMPBELL

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.

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.

��f8i. The Battle of the Baltic

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��,F Nelson and the North

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.

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