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Side 58 - YE Mariners of England, That guard our native seas ! Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ; And sweep through the deep, While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Side 61 - Now, ever alake! my master dear, I fear a deadly storm! I saw the new moon late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Side 44 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
Side 130 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.
Side 59 - I heard a fair one cry ; But give to me the snoring breeze And white waves heaving high — And white waves heaving high, my lads, The good ship tight and free ; The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we.
Side 57 - To match another foe ; And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow...
Side 44 - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak.
Side 60 - The first word that Sir Patrick read, Sae loud, loud laughed he ; The neist word that Sir Patrick read, The tear blinded his e'e. " O wha is this has done this deed, And tauld the king o...