Anonymous

“ The deck it was their field of fame,
The ocean was their grave;
Where Blake, the boast of freedom, fought,
Your manly hearts will glow,
As you sweep thro' the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow. ”

“ The clouds were rent asunder
⁠By lightning's vivid pow'rs.
⁠⁠The night both drear and dark,
⁠⁠Our poor devoted bark,
⁠⁠⁠Till next day,
⁠⁠⁠There she lay,
⁠⁠⁠⁠In the bay of Biscay O.
Now dash'd upon the billow,
⁠Our op'ning timbers creak;
Each fears a wat'ry pillow,
⁠None stop the dreadful leak. ”

“ An' if a stock ye daur to pu',
Or haud the yoking of a pleugh,
We'll break yere sceptre owre yere mou,
⁠Thou wee bit German lairdie.
Our hills are steep, our glens are deep,
⁠Nae fitting for a yardie ”