A batch of war ballads By Martin F. Tupper |
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VIII. TO THE SAILORS.
Noble children of the Sea,
Hearty, honest, kind and true,—
England, mother of the free,
Looks in hope to men like you:
Well may she now confide the Right,
British Sailors, to your power,
Well assured in storm and fight
You stand true in trial's hour!
Hearty, honest, kind and true,—
England, mother of the free,
Looks in hope to men like you:
Well may she now confide the Right,
British Sailors, to your power,
Well assured in storm and fight
You stand true in trial's hour!
Look you! Russia thinks to steal
Wider countries, warmer climes,
Daring with rapacious zeal
Coldest crafts and boldest crimes:
So, he covets evermore
Good men's hearths and free men's homes,
Till, outstretch'd from shore to shore,
Hitherward the despot comes!
Wider countries, warmer climes,
Daring with rapacious zeal
Coldest crafts and boldest crimes:
So, he covets evermore
Good men's hearths and free men's homes,
Till, outstretch'd from shore to shore,
Hitherward the despot comes!
Stop him! stop him while you may;
Let the horrid woes of war
Be exhausted far away
Round about this ravening Czar;
Grapple with him near his lair,
Catch him in this Turkish noose,
Muzzle, throttle this rough bear,
Let not the marauder loose!
Let the horrid woes of war
Be exhausted far away
Round about this ravening Czar;
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Catch him in this Turkish noose,
Muzzle, throttle this rough bear,
Let not the marauder loose!
For Sinope's coward slaughter
Deal him wages in hot shot,
Blow the bully out of water,
Let him taste the pirate's lot;
In due vengeance deep and dire
On his head your thunders roll,
Battering down with deadly fire
Cronstadt and Sebastopol!
Deal him wages in hot shot,
Blow the bully out of water,
Let him taste the pirate's lot;
In due vengeance deep and dire
On his head your thunders roll,
Battering down with deadly fire
Cronstadt and Sebastopol!
Think not it's for Turkey's cause
Or for Mahomet we fight;—
No! for all men's rights and laws
Schemed against by brutal might:
This great burglar must be taught
That his course of crime must cease,
And the common foe be caught
That the world may live in peace.
Or for Mahomet we fight;—
No! for all men's rights and laws
Schemed against by brutal might:
This great burglar must be taught
That his course of crime must cease,
And the common foe be caught
That the world may live in peace.
Ah! you know not, what a blain,
If he won, the world would smite;
Genghis Khan and Tamerlane
In this hungry Hunn unite!
O! you guess not, when you win,
What a conquest yours will be,
Good triumphant over Sin,
Russia crush'd, and Europe free!
If he won, the world would smite;
Genghis Khan and Tamerlane
In this hungry Hunn unite!
O! you guess not, when you win,
What a conquest yours will be,
Good triumphant over Sin,
Russia crush'd, and Europe free!
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