Sea Songs and Ballads

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Clarendon Press, 1906 - 213 sider

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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 158 - 'WAS when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring. All on a rock reclined. Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look ; Her head was crown'd with willows, That trembled o'er the brook.
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...
Side 21 - Now the dreadful thunder's roaring, Peal on peal contending clash, On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes blue lightnings flash. One wide water all around us, All above us one black sky...

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