Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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THE BATTLE OF NAVARINO.
Awake, awake, bright freedom's sons, awake,
And flock to the shade of the verdant tree of liberty!
With fear, with fear oppression's minions quake,
When they deem the sons of slavery shall be free.
To Codrington, to Hayden, and Rigny, sons of valour,
Let us drain our brimmers dry, and to every gallant sailor,
Who mann'd our hearts of oak,
Amid thunder, fire, and smoke;
Who mann'd our hearts of oak
When they broke the Turkish yoke;
And freedom's blooming face
Aroused from base disgrace.
Then resound, resound their deathless names around,
While angels rejoin, from the gilded azure canopy:
Resound, resound their deathless names around,
Who proclaim'd that Greece—that Europe should be free!
And flock to the shade of the verdant tree of liberty!
With fear, with fear oppression's minions quake,
When they deem the sons of slavery shall be free.
To Codrington, to Hayden, and Rigny, sons of valour,
Let us drain our brimmers dry, and to every gallant sailor,
Who mann'd our hearts of oak,
Amid thunder, fire, and smoke;
Who mann'd our hearts of oak
When they broke the Turkish yoke;
And freedom's blooming face
Aroused from base disgrace.
Then resound, resound their deathless names around,
While angels rejoin, from the gilded azure canopy:
Resound, resound their deathless names around,
Who proclaim'd that Greece—that Europe should be free!
How glorious the scene, when, amid the battle's roar,
The flags of Europa were seen triumphant wave!
When thy children, O Greece, from the thunder-shaken shore,
Saw the tyrant's doom waft freedom to the slave.
As the sultan's crescent sank 'neath Britannia's direful thunder,
His trembling vassals saw, and were petrified with wonder;
While they reel'd into the deep
By our cannons' fatal sweep;
While they reel'd into the deep
To their everlasting sleep,
And the shrieks of wild despair
Rang throughout the sulph'rous air.
Then resound, resound the matchless deed around,
While angels rejoin, from the gilded azure canopy:
Resound, resound their deathless names around,
Who proclaim'd that Greece—that Europe should be free!
The flags of Europa were seen triumphant wave!
When thy children, O Greece, from the thunder-shaken shore,
Saw the tyrant's doom waft freedom to the slave.
As the sultan's crescent sank 'neath Britannia's direful thunder,
His trembling vassals saw, and were petrified with wonder;
While they reel'd into the deep
By our cannons' fatal sweep;
While they reel'd into the deep
To their everlasting sleep,
And the shrieks of wild despair
Rang throughout the sulph'rous air.
Then resound, resound the matchless deed around,
While angels rejoin, from the gilded azure canopy:
Resound, resound their deathless names around,
Who proclaim'd that Greece—that Europe should be free!
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Prepare, prepare, ye dauntless Greeks, prepare
To wave freedom's flag o'er the golden Archipelago;
Come share, come share the prize of peace, come share,
Now wrested from your fierce marauding foe!
Let the spirits of your sires point the way to deeds of glory,
That your actions long may gild the true patriot's noble story;
And let Navarino bay
Swell the hero's lofty lay;
And let Navarino bay
Be a theme to last for aye,
When the Turkish fleet combined
To destruction was consign'd.
Then resound, resound the matchless deed around,
While angels rejoin, from the gilded azure canopy:
Resound, resound their deathless names around,
Who proclaim'd that Greece—that Europe should be free!
To wave freedom's flag o'er the golden Archipelago;
Come share, come share the prize of peace, come share,
Now wrested from your fierce marauding foe!
Let the spirits of your sires point the way to deeds of glory,
That your actions long may gild the true patriot's noble story;
And let Navarino bay
Swell the hero's lofty lay;
And let Navarino bay
Be a theme to last for aye,
When the Turkish fleet combined
To destruction was consign'd.
Then resound, resound the matchless deed around,
While angels rejoin, from the gilded azure canopy:
Resound, resound their deathless names around,
Who proclaim'd that Greece—that Europe should be free!
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