Jim and I have now posted most of the additional Punch poems at the Oldpoetry website (under Cicely Fox Smith), bringing the total to over 600 poems. Here's the last poem that Smith published in Punch Magazine, in tribute to England's new queen as well as beloved ships:

From Punch Magazine, Vol. 224, June 17, 1953, p. 715

The Queen's Ships

Queens' ships, Queens' ships…
Gloriana's mariners,
Putting forth to sea
Afire to beard the Spaniard
Wherever he may be…

Hanging on the Plate fleets' flanks
Like hounds upon the deer,
Roving, raiding, voyaging
Year on weary year.

Leaking, reeking, nail-sick,
Rolling home again
With their scurvy-rotten seamen
And the plunder of the Main.

Queens' ships, Queens' ships…
Stately first rates
Of Good Queen Anne's day,
Plunging deep their gilded bows
In the trampled spray –

With their fighting ship's companies
That well the Frenchmen knew
And their brave bewigged admirals
Of the white, red and blues –

Rooke that gained Giblalter,
And gallant Leake also,
Myngs and stout old Shovell
And honest Benbow…

Queens' ships, Queens' ships…
Little ships and great ships,
The seven seas over,
Keeping up the long patrol
From Davis Straits to Dover.
(Franklin in the Arctic,
Gunboats at Rangoon,
Calliope at Apia
Fighting the Typhoon) –

Cruising, sounding searching,
Keeping clear the seas,
Through the little wars of Britain
And the piping times of peace.

Queens' ships, Queens' ships…
Great ships, small ships,
From the wide seas beckoned,
Gather to salute
Elizabeth the Second…

Ships pass, men pass,
The old ways grow strange,
All but the old faith
That knows not any change –

The old love that alters not
Through all the years between
Valiant Tudor cockleshell
And sleek grey submarine…
Love and faith to England
And to England's Queen!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble