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Scotland.
O Scotia! land of hill and dell,
Of daughters fair and sons I trew,
Whose Scottish blood their pulse would swell
The stern oppressor's power to quell,
For they to Freedom's cause are true.
Of daughters fair and sons I trew,
Whose Scottish blood their pulse would swell
The stern oppressor's power to quell,
For they to Freedom's cause are true.
Brave Caledonia 'gainst great Mars
Has struggled oft through mighty wars;
Met ever braved them all that she
Might gain for her posterity
A glorious blood-bought liberty.
Has struggled oft through mighty wars;
Met ever braved them all that she
Might gain for her posterity
A glorious blood-bought liberty.
Brave, brave old Isle amidst the main,
May'st thou still flourish, and maintain
Thy freedom, and thy wonted might,
Thy spirit bold, and honour bright,
Trusting thy God to guard thy right.
May'st thou still flourish, and maintain
Thy freedom, and thy wonted might,
Thy spirit bold, and honour bright,
Trusting thy God to guard thy right.
A Song of the Sea.
The sea, the sea, is England's,
And England's shall remain,
Though the might of France, and the world advance,
To contest our ocean reign!
Quoth gallant Blake, as he spread his sails,
And his cannon shook the waves:
Fire away, boys! for the day is ours,
Or here, lads, foam our graves.
Fire away, boys! quoth he again,
For the sea, the sea, is England's,
And England's shall remain!
And England's shall remain,
Though the might of France, and the world advance,
To contest our ocean reign!
Quoth gallant Blake, as he spread his sails,
And his cannon shook the waves:
Fire away, boys! for the day is ours,
Or here, lads, foam our graves.
Fire away, boys! quoth he again,
For the sea, the sea, is England's,
And England's shall remain!
The fresh winds blowing loud and strong,
The Spaniards fled—which rare is—
And we chased them far, and we chased them long,
Till they anchored in Canaries.
Quoth our admiral as their castles blazed
With guns like a stormy night,
Do they think to frighten us? Fire away, boys,
For old England's might and right!
Fire away, boys! quoth he again
For the sea. the sea is England's,
And England's shall remain!
The Spaniards fled—which rare is—
And we chased them far, and we chased them long,
Till they anchored in Canaries.
Quoth our admiral as their castles blazed
With guns like a stormy night,
Do they think to frighten us? Fire away, boys,
For old England's might and right!
Fire away, boys! quoth he again
For the sea. the sea is England's,
And England's shall remain!