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On Rear-Admiral WARREN being presented with the Freedom of the City of DUBLIN.
Return'd from martial toil to native land,
Bearing the peaceful olive in thy hand,
HIBERNIA's darling son, hail, patriot, hail!
Who sav'd your country's honour, and her weal;
Who roll'd her awful thunders o'er the main,
And nobly check'd the pow'r of France and Spain;
Whose bright success retriev'd our sinking trade,
While crafty Holland trembled and obey'd;
O'er Ocean's bound its realms didst lordship keep,
And bid Britannia reign sole mistress of the deep,
Bearing the peaceful olive in thy hand,
HIBERNIA's darling son, hail, patriot, hail!
Who sav'd your country's honour, and her weal;
Who roll'd her awful thunders o'er the main,
And nobly check'd the pow'r of France and Spain;
Whose bright success retriev'd our sinking trade,
While crafty Holland trembled and obey'd;
O'er Ocean's bound its realms didst lordship keep,
And bid Britannia reign sole mistress of the deep,
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Whene'er an hostile ship met Warren's eye,
Quick as the wind he bid his vessel fly,
With crowded sail he rides the foaming waves,
And dauntless every wat'ry danger braves;
Fir'd with his spirit, all his trusty crew,
Pant to o'ertake, to combat, to subdue;
While their loud cannon, in terrific blaze,
Shew their defiance o'er the foaming seas.
Thy shores, Iberia, tremble at the sound,
And useless, Gallia, all thy wiles are found:
Your turrets fall, your flags submissive bow,
And half your naval pride is Britain's now.
Warren, proceed, our sister now shall know
HIBERNIA's sons can guard her from the foe.
The motto Chace, apt adjunct to thy arms,
With pleasure now each patriot bosom warms.
Conscious of merit, Britain's sons each day,
For his heroic deeds, just homage pay,
Who with intrepid heart her ensigns bore,
And spread her conquest to Cape Breton's shore:
See now Eblana's sons, quick on the wing,
Their grateful tribute to their patriot bring.
Quick as the wind he bid his vessel fly,
With crowded sail he rides the foaming waves,
And dauntless every wat'ry danger braves;
Fir'd with his spirit, all his trusty crew,
Pant to o'ertake, to combat, to subdue;
While their loud cannon, in terrific blaze,
Shew their defiance o'er the foaming seas.
Thy shores, Iberia, tremble at the sound,
And useless, Gallia, all thy wiles are found:
Your turrets fall, your flags submissive bow,
And half your naval pride is Britain's now.
Warren, proceed, our sister now shall know
HIBERNIA's sons can guard her from the foe.
The motto Chace, apt adjunct to thy arms,
With pleasure now each patriot bosom warms.
Conscious of merit, Britain's sons each day,
For his heroic deeds, just homage pay,
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And spread her conquest to Cape Breton's shore:
See now Eblana's sons, quick on the wing,
Their grateful tribute to their patriot bring.
While British oak th' extended main shall plough,
Or laurel wreaths adorn the victor's brow,
So long our annals shall record thy praise,
So long our bards shall sing thy deeds in tuneful lays.
Or laurel wreaths adorn the victor's brow,
So long our annals shall record thy praise,
So long our bards shall sing thy deeds in tuneful lays.
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