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ATTEND, all ye who list to hear
Our noble England's praise; I tell of the thrice famous deeds She wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible Against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, The stoutest hearts of Spain.
It was about the lovely close
There came a gallant merchant-ship
Full sail to Plymouth Bay;
Her crew ath seen Castile's black fleet,
Beyond Aurigny's isle,
At earliest twilight, on the waves
Lie heaving many a mile.
Of Edgecumbe's lofty hall;
To pry along the coast,
And with loose rein and bloody spur
His yeoman round the market cross
The standard of Her Grace.
The royal blazon swells.
Lifts up his ancient crown,
And underneath his deadly paw
Treads the gay lilies down.
So stalked he when he turned to flight,
Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow,
And Cæsar's eagle shield.
So glared he when at Agincourt
In wrath he turned to bay,
And crushed and torn beneath his claws
The princely hunters lay.
Ho! strike the flag-staff deep, Sir Knight: Ho! scatter flowers, fair maids:
Hɔ! gunners, fire a loud salute:
Ho! gallants, draw your blades: Thou sun, shine on her joyously;
Ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, The banner of our pride.
The freshening breeze of eve unfurled
The parting gleam of sunshine kissed
And on the purple sea,
Such night in England ne'er had been Nor e'er again shall be.
From Eddystone to Berwick bounds,
From Lynn to Milford Bay.
And busy as the day;
For swift to east and swift to west
High on St. Michael's Mount it shone:
It shone on Beachy Head.
Far on the deep the Spaniard saw,
On Tamar's glittering waves: The rugged miners poured to war From Mendip's sunless caves:
O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks,
The fiery herald flew:
He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge,
Right sharp and quick the bells all night
And ere the day three hundred horse
The sentinel on Whitehall gate