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

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

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

Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.