ST. GEORGE'S FLAG OF ENGLAND.

GEO. INMAN, Esq.-Music at Z. T. Purday's.

THE flag of England's glory, it hath roam'd o'er land and wave, [brave; 'Tis the dreaded flag of story, the banner of the O'er the realms of its allegiance the daylight never

dies;

In earth's remotest regions in haughty pride it flies. For ages hath it flaunted, uncheck'd and uncontroll'd, [England, Ever daunting, never daunted, St. George's flag of The banner of the bold!

Health is borne beneath its glory, by each breeze and billow curl'd, [world. To the nation named in story the Merchant of the Earth's firmest hearts in daring, its honour to defend, [friend, The warmest hearts for wearing the noble name of And the women, Nature's brightest, dwell beneath

the banner old,

[England, Of the mighty ones the mightiest, St. George's flag of The banner of the bold!

THE BAY OF BISCAY.

DIBDIN. Music at Z. T. Purday's.

LOUD roars the dreadful thunder,
The rain a deluge showers,
The clouds were rent asunder
By lightning's vivid powers;
The night both drear and dark,
Our poor devoted bark,

Till next day there she lay,
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

And should a footstep haply stray

Where caution marks the guarded way, Who goes there?—Stranger, quickly tell!” "A friend."-The word-" Good night-all's well." Or, sailing on the midnight deep, While weary messmates soundly sleep, The careful watch patrols the deck, To guard the ship from foes or wreck; And while his thoughts oft homeward veer, Some well-known voice salutes his ear, "What cheer? oh, brother, quickly tell!" 'Above!-below!-good night-all's well!"

I SEE THEM ON THEIR WINDING WAY.
Bishop HEBER.-Music at Chappell and Co.'s.

I SEE them on their winding way,
About their ranks the moonbeams play,
Their lofty deeds and daring high
Blend with the notes of victory;
And waving arms and banners bright
Are glancing in the mellow light.
They're lost and gone, the moon is past-
The wood's dark shade is o'er them cast,
And fainter, fainter, fainter still,
The moon is rising o'er the hill.

Again, again the pealing drum,

The clashing horn, they come, they come;
Thro' rocky pass, o'er wooded steep,
In long and glittering files they sweep,
And nearer, nearer, yet more near,
Their soften'd chorus meets the ear.
Forth, forth, and meet them on their way,
The tramping hoofs brook no delay.
With thrilling fife and pealing drum
And clashing horn they come, they come.

OUR GOOD SHIP.

GEORGE LINLEY.-Music at Campbell's.
OUR good ship flies before the gale,
Like a falcon bold and free;

The wind that fills each snow-white sail,
Whistles loud o'er the foaming sea:
But what care we though the tempest rave
And the tall masts bend on high?
We have breasted oft the angry wave
'Neath a dark and frowning sky,
'Mid the thunder's pealing crash,
And the lightning's vivid flash;

Then quail not, mariner! drown ev'ry fear,
Let hope inspire each lip;

The Hand that rules the storm will steer
In safety our good ship.

See! see! aloft, yon guiding star
Foretells that the danger is o'er,

And memory points to our homes afar,
To the hearts that we left on shore.
If thinking of those, whom we fondly love,
Hath chilled one manly breast,

Breathe a prayer to Him who reigns above,
Who hath lull'd the waves to rest.
When yawns a wat❜ry grave,

His arm is nigh to save.

Then never despair, though peril be near, Let Hope inspire each lip;

The Hand that rules the storm will steer

In safety our good ship.

A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE.
E. SERJEANT.-Music at Davidson's.

A LIFE on the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scatter'd waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep;

Like an eagle caged, I pine,
On this dull unchanging shore ;
Oh, give me the flashing brine,
The spray and the tempest's roar.
Once more on the deck I stand
Of my own swift-gliding craft;
Set sail!-farewell to the land ;-
The gale follows fair abaft.
We shoot through the sparkling foam,
Like an ocean-bird set free,
Like the ocean-bird, our home
We'll find far out on the sea.

The land is no longer in view,
The clouds have begun to frown;
But, with a stout vessel and crew,

We'll say, "Let the storm come down."
And the song of our hearts shall be,
While the winds and waters rave,

A life on the heaving sea,

A home on the bounding wave.

I'M AFLOAT! I'M AFLOAT.

ELIZA COOK.-Music at Davidson's.

I'M afloat! I'm afloat on the fierce rolling tide,-
The ocean's my home, and my bark is my bride;
Up, up with my flag, let it wave o'er the sea-
I'm afloat! I'm afloat! and the Rover is free!
I fear not the monarch, I heed not the law-
I've a compass to steer by, a dagger to draw;
And ne'er as a coward or slave will I kneel,
While my guns carry shot, or my belt bears a steel!
Quick, quick, trim her sails, let the sheets kiss the

wind,

And I warrant we'll soon leave the sea-gulls behind;
Up, up with my flag, let it wave o'er the sea-
I'm afloat! I'm afloat! and the Rover is free!

The night gathers o'er us, the thunder is heard;
What matter? our vessel skims on like a bird:
What to her is the dash of the storm-ridden main?
She has braved it before, and will brave it again.
The fire-gleaming flashes around us may fall—
They may strike, they may cleave, but they cannot
appal;

With lightnings above us, and darkness below,
Through the wild waste of waters right onward we go.
Hurrah! my brave comrades, ye may drink-ye may
sleep,-

The storm-fiend is hush'd-we're alone on the deep.
Our flag of defiance still waves o'er the sea.-
I'm afloat! I'm afloat! and the Rover is free!

WHAT IF THE SAILOR BOLDLY GOES.

C. DIBDIN.--Music at Davidson's.

WHAT if the sailor boldly goes,

To distant climates bound,

Braves wind from ev'ry point that blows
The varying compass round?

No longer, when compell'd to rove,
To make him rich amends,
As the needle true, he finds his love,
His country, and his friends.

Thus, ev'ry danger life endures

May to o'erwhelm him come,
Trouble at sea only insures

Pleasure that waits at home:

He braves the storm, that calm to prove
Propitious Fortune sends;

As the needle true, to find his love,
His country, and his friends.

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