Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free,
Fearing nor foemanâ??s hate, nor iron clime,
Nor Limaâ??s flame, nor Plataâ??s fever-slime,
So they might give thee far Cathay in fee;
...
Great sea dog, fighter in the great old way!
What though thy ships were tinder, and the pest
Rotted thy ruffian crews that need had prest,
And all thy keels were clogged with foul decay, ...
White soul of Englandâ??s glory, sovereign star!
Neâ??er shall disaster beat her down, nor shame,
While still she sees thee by the leaping flame
That kindled oâ??er Aboukir, near and far, ...
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Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.
