The mariner, where'er he steers,

In every clime he sees

The flag that's braved a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze!

If all unite, as once we did,

To keep our flag unfurled;

Old England still shall fearless bid
Defiance to the world:

But fast will flow the nation's tears,

Should lawless hands e'er seize,

The flag that's braved a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze!

The following verse, entitled "Campbell's Address to the United States," may be sung as a finale to the foregoing :

United States! your banner wears

Two emblems: one of fame;

Alas! the other that it bears

Reminds us of your shame!
The white man's liberty in types,
Stands blazoned by your stars;

But what's the meaning of the stripes?
They mean the Negroes' scars!

The Mariners of England.

Ye mariners of England!

That guard our native seas,

Whose flag has braved a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze!

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Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe!

And sweep through 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,
And the ocean was their grave!
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell,
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy tempests blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy tempests blow.

Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;

Her march is o'er the mountain waves,

Her home is on the deep.

With thunders from her native oak,

She quells the floods below,

As they roar on the shore,

When the stormy tempests blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.

The meteor flag of England,

Shall yet terrific burn;

Till danger's troubled night depart,

And the star of peace return.

Then, then, ye ocean-warriors!

Our song and feast shall flow,
To the fame, of your name,

When the storm has ceased to blow;
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.

CAMPBELL.

Kule Britannia.

When Britain first, at Heav'n's command,

Arose from out the azure main,

This was the charter of the land,

And guardian angels sung the strain: Rule Britannia-Britannia rules the waves, Britons never shall be slaves!

The nations not so blest as thee

Must in their turn to tyrants fall,

While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
Rule, &c.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,

More dreadful from each foreign stroke,

As the loud blast that rends the skies,

Serves but to root thy native oak.
Rule, &c.

Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down
Shall but arouse thy generous flame,
But work their woe and thy renown.
Rule, &c.

To thee belong the rural reign;

Thy cities shall with commerce shine.
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles, thine.

Rule, &c.

The Muses still, with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair;
Blest isle, with matchless beauty crowned.
And manly hearts to guard the fair.

Rule, &c.

THOMSON.

The Maple Leaf.

Oh! beauty glows in the island rose,
The fair sweet English flower;
And memory wears in her emblem leaves,
Proud legends of fame and power;

But the fair forest land, where our free hearths stand,
Though her annals be rough and brief;

O'er her fresh wild woods, and her thousand floods, Rears for emblem the "Maple Leaf."

Chorus.

Then hurrah for the leaf, the Maple Leaf,

Up Canadians, heart and hand;

High in Heaven's free air, waves your emblem fair,
The pride of our forest land.

The thistle nods forth, from the hills of the north,
O'er Scotia free and fair;

And hearts warm and true, and bonnets of blue,
And prowess and faith are there.

Green Erin's dell loves the shamrock well,
As it springs in the March-sun's smile;
Love, valour, wit, ever blend in it-
Bright type of the Emerald Isle.

Chorus.

But hurrah, &c.

REV. JOHN MCCAUL, LL.D.

Hark, the Merry Bells.

(FOR THE FOURTH OF NOVEMBER.)

Hark! the merry bells are going,
Brethren, hail the glorious day;
With hand and heart, and glasses flowing,
Drink the glorious memory.

To you, this day, a King was given,
The chain of slavery he broke;
Ordained by God, and sent from heaven
To free us from the tyrant's yoke.

Ye faithful sons, then bless the hour,
The happy hour that gave him birth,
Adore the great Almighty power,

And with thanksgiving fill the earth.

Rejoice! rejoice by love excited,

The Orange flag triumphant wave, And drink with hand and heart united,

WILLIAM THE GREAT! THE GOOD! THE BRAVE!