By each gun the lighted brand, Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, It was ten of April morn by the chime, But the might of England flush'd And her van the fleeter rush'd "Hearts of oak!" our captains cried; when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Of the sun. Again! Again! Again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feebler cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased, and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail Light the gloom. Out spoke the victor then, So peace instead of death let us bring; Then Denmark bless'd our chief, As death withdrew his shades from the day; While the sun look'd smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, Old England, raise, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; Brave hearts! to Britain's pride Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave; And the mermaid's song condoles, Of the brave. THE MARINER'S SONG. From the "Comedy of Common Conditions," 1576. JUSTILY, lustily, lustily let us sail forth, The wind trim doth serve us, it blows from the north. All things we have ready and nothing we want Her flags be now trimmed, set flaunting aloft, Lustily, lustily, &c. And here is a master excelleth in skill, Lustily, lustily, &c. If fortune then fail not, and our next voyage prove, Lustily, lustily, &c. THE MARINER'S GLEE. From "Deuteromelia; or, the Second Part of Musick's Melodie," &c. 1609. E be three poor mariners Shall we go dance the round, around, Shall we go dance the round? And he that is a bully boy, Come pledge me on the ground. We care not for those martial men But we care for those merchant men To them we dance this round, around, BLACK-EYED SUSAN. JOHN GAY, born 1688, died 1732. The music arranged by LEVERIDGE, but adapted by him from an older melody. LL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, William, who high upon the yard He sigh'd and cast his eyes below; The cord flies swiftly through his glowing hands, "O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall always true remain, We only part to meet again; Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be "Believe not what the landsmen say, In every port a mistress find; Yes, yes, believe them when they tell you so, |