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Your glorious standard launch again,
And match another foe,
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow.
While the stormy winds do blow,
While the stormy winds do blow,
While the battle rages long and loud,
And the stormy tempests blow.
The spirits of your fathers,
Will start from every wave;
The deck it was their field of fame,
The ocean was their grave;
Where Blake, the boast of freedom, fought,
Your manly hearts will glow,
As you sweep thro' the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow.
While the stormy winds, &c.
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain-wave,
Her home is on the deep:
With thunder from her native oak,
She quells the floods below,
As she sweeps through the deep,
While the story winds do blow.
While the stormy winds, &c.
The meteor-flag of England
Must yet terrific burn,
