Five English popular songs/Ye mariners of England

YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.

Ye Mariners of England
⁠That guard our native seas,
Whose flag has brav’d, a thousand years,
⁠The battle and the breeze;
Your glorious standard launch again.
⁠To match another foe,
And sweep thro’ the deep
⁠While the stormy tempests blow—
While the battle rages loud and long,
⁠And the stormy tempests blow!

The spirits of your fathers
⁠Shall start from ev’ry wave;
For the deck it was their field of fame,
⁠And the ocean was their grave!
Where (Blake the boast of freedom) fell
⁠Your manly hearts shall glow,
As you sweep thro’ the deep
⁠While the stormy tempests blow—
When the battle rages loud and long,
⁠And the stormy tempests blow!

Britannia needs no bulwark,
⁠No towers along the steep;
Her march is o’er the mountain-waves,
⁠Her home is on the deep:
With thunders from her native oak
⁠She quells the floods below,
As they roar on the shore
⁠When the stormy tempests blow!
When the battle rages loud and long,
⁠And the stormy tempests blow!

The meteor flag of England
⁠Must 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.