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'TIS THE FREE THAT RULE THE SEA.
Shall we be as Tyre and Carthage? as Venice shall we be?
Shall our fleets, like those De Ruyter led, no longer rule the sea?
That shall be.
When they who in our England breathe no longer are the free,
Then 'twill be.
Shall our fleets, like those De Ruyter led, no longer rule the sea?
That shall be.
When they who in our England breathe no longer are the free,
Then 'twill be.
But, while freemen's breath we're breathing, from our grasp shall not be torn
The rule we hold, the power to which our fathers' sons are born,
And the waves,
When, and only when a tyrant's sway we know, our reign shall scorn,
We but slaves.
The rule we hold, the power to which our fathers' sons are born,
And the waves,
When, and only when a tyrant's sway we know, our reign shall scorn,
We but slaves.
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Our might's the might of freedom; with her strength we must be strong;
Woe to England and her sea-rule if she do to freedom wrong!
Woe—thrice woe,
If no more the tameless life that has been her life so long,
She shall know!
Woe to England and her sea-rule if she do to freedom wrong!
Woe—thrice woe,
If no more the tameless life that has been her life so long,
She shall know!
Shall our sons draw slavish breath? shall they live, self-ruled, no more?
Shall our sails not whiten every sea—our screws not seek each shore?
No; more free,
Yet more free and mightier yet, on all seas for evermore
We shall be.
Shall our sails not whiten every sea—our screws not seek each shore?
No; more free,
Yet more free and mightier yet, on all seas for evermore
We shall be.
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