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As ye sweep o'er the deep,
while the stormy tempests blow.
While the battle, &c.

Britannia needs no bulwark,
no tow'r along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain-wave,
her home is on the deep:
With thunder from her native oak,
she quells the floods below,
Like the roar on the shore,
when the stormy tempests blow.
While the battle, &c.

The meteor-flag of Britain,
shall yet terrific burn!
Till danger's troubled night depart,
and the star of peace return;
Then, then ye ocean-warriors,
our song and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,
when the tempests cease to blow.

When the fiery fight is heard no more
and the tempests cease to blow.

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