BATTLE OF THE BALTIC.1 Or Nelson and the North, Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : There was silence deep as death; But the might of England flush'd And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!" our captains cried: when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. 1 Copenhagen was bombarded by the English fleet, under Lord Nelson and Admiral Parker, in April, 1801, and the Danish fleet was almost totally destroyed in the engagement. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane As they strike the shatter'd sail Out spoke the victor then, As he hail'd them o'er the wave; "Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save: So peace instead of death let us bring; With the crews, at England's feet, To our King." Then Denmark blest our chief, That he gave her wounds repose; From her people wildly rose, As death withdrew his shades from the day. While the sun look'd smiling bright O'er a wide and woeful sight, Where the fires of funeral light Died away. Now joy, old England, raise! While the wine-cup shines in light; And yet amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Brave hearts! to Britain's pride Soft sigh the winds of Heaven o'er their grave' And the mermaid's song condoles, Of the brave! THOMAS CAMPBELL. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. I. YE mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. 1 Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good by Lord Nelson, when he wrote home his dispatches. II. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, III. Britannia needs no bulwark, Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow; And the stormy tempests blow. IV. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; And the storm has ceased to blow. THOMAS CAMPBELL BORDER BALLAD. MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story. Sons of the mountain glen, Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory. Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing, Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, War-steeds are bounding, Stand to your arms, then, and march in good order, England shall many a day Tell of the bloody fray, When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border. SIR WALTER SCOTT. The Monastery. THE FORAY. THE last of our steers on the board has been spread, |