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Ye Mariners of England

E NGLAND has always been called "Mistress of the Seas," a title well deserved because of her great sailors. In times of war her safety is usually entrusted to the fleets that guard the North Sea, the Channel, and the Irish coasts. The great strength of the English navy has always served to prevent enemies from landing on her shores, and it was this strength that prevented Napoleon from invading the British Isles at the time when he had overcome every other nation in Europe.

This poem of Thomas Campbell is a call to the English sailors to prove themselves worthy of their great sea-fighters of the past. He names Admiral Blake, who fought and defeated the Dutch and the Spanish navies in the seventeenth century, and Lord Nelson, the great admiral of Napoleon's time. Nelson defeated Napoleon's navy at the battle of the Nile and the battle of Trafalgar. The latter battle was fought in 1805 against the French and Spanish fleets combined, and made England supreme on the sea. At the beginning of the engagement Nelson flew the signal "England expects every man to do his duty." He himself was mortally wounded.

In the last stanza Campbell speaks of "the meteor flag of England," using that simile because of the exceedingly brilliant red of the English ensign.

Ye Mariners of England

by Thomas Campbell

Ye mariners of England,

That guard our native seas,

Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,

The battle and the breeze,

Your glorious standard launch again,

To match another foe!

And sweep through the deep

While the stormy winds do blow—

While the battle rages loud and long,

And the stormy winds do blow.


The spirits of your fathers

Shall start from every wave!

For the deck it was their field of fame,

And ocean was their grave.

Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell

Your manly hearts shall glow,

As ye sweep through the deep

While the stormy winds do blow—

While the battle rages loud and long,

And the stormy winds do blow.


Britannia needs no bulwarks,

No towers along the steep;

Her march is o'er the mountain-wave,

Her home is on the deep.

With thunders from her native oak

She quells the floods below,

As they roar on the shore

When the stormy winds do blow—

When the battle rages loud and long,

And the stormy winds do blow.


The meteor flag of England

Shall yet terrific burn,

Till danger's troubled night depart,

And the star of peace return.

Then, then, ye ocean-warriors!

Our song and feast shall flow

To the fame of your name,

When the storm has ceased to blow—

When the fiery fight is heard no more,

And the storm has ceased to blow.


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