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SEA SONGS. |
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Their tongue was kin to ours;
Their blood almost the same; We proved it in those hours
We both with pride can name; What grand, stout souls they bore
Was better known to none Than Blake and Monk who tore
Fame from them, gun to gun ; Of dread they shared our scorn;
Their fames can but grow brighter ; None braver e'er were born
Than Van Tromp and De Ruyter.
Freemen, they served the free;
Careless what might betide Themselves, they rode the sea
With all our English pride; Their flag unstained must fly ;
Their land its sway must keep ; For that they swept to die
Or conquer on the deep; They lost, but, losing, won
Renown that burns but brighter; Second to-day to none
Are Van Tromp and De Ruyter. |
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