Or, if the wayward winds should bluster, But let us all our patience muster, And learn from reason how to steer; Should dangers rise, be ever ready Trust not too much your own opinion you shudder, Then when you're safe from danger, riding And care awhile enslumber'd lay; Let each true heart, with rapture glowing, THE LAND, BOYS, WE LIVE IN. From the "Myrtle and the Vine," vol. ii. The music by WM. REEVE. SINCE our foes to invade us have long been preparing, It behoves us, however, with spirit to meet 'em, Here's a health to our tars on the wide ocean ranging, And when with the foe we are firmly engaging, So fill, fill your glasses, &c. On that throne where once Alfred in glory was seated, So fill, fill your glasses, &c. THE DEATH OF NELSON. S. J. ARNOLD. (From the opera of "The Americans.") RECITATIVE. O'ER Nelson's tomb, with silent grief oppress'd But those bright laurels ne'er shall fade with years AIR. 'Twas in Trafalgar's bay We saw the Frenchinen lay; Each heart was bounding then. We scorn'd the foreign yoke, Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men. Our Nelson mark'd them on the wave, 66 England expects that every man This day will do his duty!" N At last the fatal wound, The hero's breast received: In honour's cause my life was pass'd, For England, home, and beauty!" YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. THOMAS CAMPBELL, born 1777, died 1844. YE mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years 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 Britannia needs no bulwarks, When the stormy winds do blow; The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm has ceased to blow; And the storm has ceased to blow. Mrs. Ireland, who saw much of Campbell at this time (1799), mentions that it was in the musical evenings, at her mother's house, that he appeared to derive the greatest enjoyment. At these soirées his favourite song was "Ye Gentlemen of England," with the music of which he was particularly struck, and determined to write new words for it. Hence this noble and stirring lyric of " Ye Mariners of England," part of which, if not all, he is said to have composed after one of these family parties. It was not, however, until after he had retired to Ratisbon, and felt his patriotism kindled by the announcement of war with Denmark, that he finished the original sketch, and sent it home to Mr. Perry of the "Morning Chronicle."-Life of Thomas Campbell, by W. Beattie, M.D. THE ARETHUSA. PRINCE HOARE, born 1754, died 1834. The melody founded on one more ancient, and arranged by WILLIAM SHIELD, in the opera of the "Lock and Key." COME, all ye jolly sailors bold, Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould, Huzza to the Arethusa! She is a frigate tight and brave To their fav'rite launch; And when the foe shall meet our fire, 'Twas with the spring fleet she went out, The famed Belle Poule straight ahead did lie— Not a sheet or a tack, Or a brace did she slack; Though the Frenchmen laugh'd, and thought it stuff; On deck five hundred men did dance, Our captain hail'd the Frenchman, "Ho!" 66 To our admiral's lee." No, no!" says the Frenchman, "that can't be." "Then I must lug you along with me," Says the saucy Arethusa. |