You should have seen him as he stood Fighting for his good land, With all the iron of soul and blood The Nelson touch his men he taught, With a red pride of life, and hot Napoleon saw our sea-king thwart His landing on our isle; He gnashed his teeth, he gnawed his heart, At Nelson of the Nile, Who set his fleet in flames, to light The lion to his prey, And lead Destruction through the night Upon his dreadful way. Oh, he could do the deeds that set Old fighters' hearts a-fire; The edge of every spirit whet, And every arm inspire. The tears that, as they roll, And when our darling went to meet The people knelt down in the street He felt the country of his love It saw him through the battle move: Magnificently glorious sight It was in that great dawn! Our spirits all were flying light, Straining for it on wings of might, Its fire in every eye; His proudly wasted face, wave-worn, I felt the brave, bright spirit burn There, all too plainly seen; As though the sword this time was drawn And when its work to-day was done, Mast-high the famous signal ran; You should have seen our faces! heard To a fiery fearful glow! We grimly kept our vanward path; How calm he was! when first he felt As though the glorious blood ran wine, And four hours after, he had done Then said he, "Hardy, is that you? Well, 'twas his chosen death, below 'Tis well. A sailor's soul should go YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND THOMAS CAMPBELL THE victory of Trafalgar destroyed the French and Spanish fleets and secured to Britain the mastery of the seas. There was no further fear of invasion for the island kingdom. Her only rival, the United States, was three thousand miles distant. I Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas. Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, Your glorious standard launch again And sweep through the deep, II The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, III 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 winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. |