Dear native land! thy fortunes frown, And ruffians would enslave thee: Thou land of honour and renown, Who would not die to save thee? 'Tis you, 'tis I, that meets the ball; But thou-dark is thy flowing hair, Fill high the wine to beauty; Love, friendship, honour, all are thine, Thy country and thy duty. WAR SONG. IMARK'D his madly-rolling eye, I caught its furious blood-red flame, I saw their panic squadrons fly Where'er th' impetuous warrior came, Fiercer and fiercer wax'd the fight, I mark'd his waving plume no more : And shall he thus unhonour'd lie, Nor know a grateful monarch's care? No-raise the mausoleum high, Place his sad sacred relics there, And, on recording marble, tell How my brave warrior fought and fell. W. YE mariners of England, That guard our native seas, 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 every wave; For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake (the boast of freedom) fell As Your manly hearts shall glow, ye sweep through the deep When the stormy tempests blow ;While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow! Britannia Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, Her home is on the deep: When the stormy tempests blow ;— The meteor flag of England Till Danger's troubled night depart, To the fame of your name When the tempests cease to blow ;-- CAMPBELL. ✦ This fine alteration of a popular ballad may be pointed out as the most poetical specimen of a naval song that our language affords. CONVIVIAL SONGS. MORTALS, learn your lives to measure, Mortals, learn your lives to measure Then you'll ask, but none will give, PREACH |