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X
WHEN DRAKE WENT DOWN TO THE HORN
When Drake went down to the Horn,
And England was crowned thereby.
XI
SHE CALLS US, STILL UNFED
We have fed our sea for a thousand years,
And she calls us, still unfed,
Though there's never a wave of all her waves
But marks our English dead.
XII
LORD GOD, WE HA' PAID IN FULL!
If blood be the price of admiralty,
Lord God, we ha' paid in full!
XIII
BUT DROPS OUR DEAD ON THE SAND
There's never a flood goes shoreward now
But lifts a keel we manned;
There's never an ebb goes seaward now
But drops our dead on the sand-
But slinks our dead on the sands forlore,
From the Ducies to the Swin.
