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A SONG FOR OUR FLEETS.
A song for our fleets—our iron fleets
Of grim and savage beauty,
That plough their way through fields of spray,
To follow a nation's duty!
The winds may blow and the waves may flow
And stars may hide their faces,
But little we reck; our stars o'er-deck
Still glitter within their places!
Of grim and savage beauty,
That plough their way through fields of spray,
To follow a nation's duty!
The winds may blow and the waves may flow
And stars may hide their faces,
But little we reck; our stars o'er-deck
Still glitter within their places!
Let never a one who gazes on
This pageant calm but splendid,
Doubt that our coasts from hostile hosts
Will gallantly be defended!
A desperate foe may wish us woe;
But what is their petty knavery
Against the right, when backed with might
And Anglo-Saxon bravery?
This pageant calm but splendid,
Doubt that our coasts from hostile hosts
Will gallantly be defended!
A desperate foe may wish us woe;
But what is their petty knavery
Against the right, when backed with might
And Anglo-Saxon bravery?
A song for our fleets—our gallant fleets,
'Neath flags of glory flying,
That carried the aid, so long delayed,
To those that were crushed and dying!
And flames might glow, and blood might flow;
But still, with a stern endeavor,
We ruled the main, and lashed foul Spain
From our Western world forever!
'Neath flags of glory flying,
That carried the aid, so long delayed,
To those that were crushed and dying!
And flames might glow, and blood might flow;
But still, with a stern endeavor,
We ruled the main, and lashed foul Spain
From our Western world forever!
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