Lloyd Roberts
Twas but a flock of privateers that sunk the fleet that
day: Twas but a crew of city clerks that left their shops to
pay For their red-cheeked English wives and their peaceful
English lives, And the right to cut their broadcloth in the same old
English way.
What price did God demand of her at Nile and Trafalgar, When all the seas about her coast were thundering with
war;
When the Man of Destiny set claim upon the sea, Swearing the Lord had deeded him the waves forever- more?
Twas but a little one-armed man who went to pay the
debt :
He ran a string of flags aloft lest any man forget The bill that he must meet that day with England s
fleet And all who read of Trafalgar will know how it was
met!
O Admirals of England, the debt is due today !
God makes demand of England have you the price to
pay?
Does the coin that he demands still lie in British hands? If so then England s glory will not be swept away!
What price will England pay for it, if England holds the
sea?
For neither earth, nor air, nor sea is given duty free. If English ships would stay, then English men must pay, As Englishmen have always paid since England held the
sea!
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