Whitefriars: Or, The Days of Charles the Second: An Historical Romance, 1±Ç

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H. Colburn, 1844

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77 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sea, the sea, is England's, And England's shall remain, Tho' the might of France, and the world advance, To contest our ocean reign ! Quoth gallant Blake, as he spread his sails, And his cannon shook the waves; Fire away, boys! for the day is ours, Or here, lads, foam our graves. Fire away, boys! quoth he again, For the sea, the sea, is England's, And England's shall remain! The fresh winds blowing loud and strong, The Spaniard fled — which rare is — And we chased them far, and we chased...
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - With guns like a stormy night, Do they think to frighten us? Fire away, boys, For old England's might and right ! Fire away, boys! quoth he again ; For the sea, the sea, is England's, And England's shall remain! We sunk and burned and we took them all, With gold and spices laden, And our sweethearts each had a jolly haul, For each loved his English maiden; But as home we came — quoth our admiral, I'm goiug, lads, aloft ! And he died with a smile, but his dying word Was, Fire away, boys!

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