Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

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