| Admirals All | - Effingham, Greville, Raleigh, Drake,
- Here's to the bold and free!
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| San Stefano | - It was morning at St. Helen's, in the great and gallant days,
- And the sea beneath the sun glittered wide,
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| Drake's Drum | - Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away,
- (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)
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| The Fighting Téméraire | - It was eight bells ringing,
- For the morning watch was done,
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| Hawke | - In seventeen hundred and fifty-nine,
- When Hawke came swooping from the West,
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| Væ Victis | - Beside the placid sea that mirrored her
- With the old glory of dawn that cannot die,
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| Vitaï Lampada | - There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night -- -
- Ten to make and the match to win -- -
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| A Ballad of John Nicholson | - It fell in the year of Mutiny,
- At darkest of the night,
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| The Guides at Cabul, 1879 | - Sons of the Island race, wherever ye dwell,
- Who speak of your fathers' battles with lips that burn,
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| The Gay Gordans | - Who's for the Gathering, who's for the Fair?
- (Gay goes the Gordon to a fight)
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| "He Fell Among Thieves" | - "Ye have robb'd," said he, "ye have slaughter'd and made an end,
- Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
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| Ionicus | - With failing feet and shoulders bowed
- Beneath the weight of happier days,
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| The Dictionary of National Biography | - Sitting at times over a hearth that burns
- With dull domestic glow,
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| Laudabunt Alii | - Let others praise, as fancy wills,
- Berlin beneath her trees,
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| The Vigil | - England! where the sacred flame
- Burns before the inmost shrine,
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