Never since English ships went
To singe the beard of Spain,
Or English sea-dogs hunted
Along the Spanish Main,
Never since Drake and Raleigh
Our freedom of the seas,
Have sons of Britain dared and
More valiantly than these.
Whether at midnight or at noon,
Through mist or open sky,
Eagles of freedom, all our
Are up with you on high;
While Britain's mighty ghosts look
From realms beyond the
And whisper, as their record pales,
Their breathless, deep,
Well Done!
