YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND

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,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy tempests blow;
While battle rages loud and long,
And stormy tempests blow.

The spirit of your fathers
Shall start from every wave;
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And ocean was their grave.
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell,
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As you sweep through the deep,
While the stormy tempests blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy tempests blow.

Britannia needs no bulwark,
No towers along the steep,
Her march is over the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.
With thunders from her native oak,
She quells the floods below--
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy tempests blow.

The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors,
Our song and feast shall flow,
To the fame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow;
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.

Bodleian Library, Ballads catalogue: 2806 d.31 (64) If anything, the original is worse poetry than the Southern remake.
Second verse of another version:

The spirit of your father will start from every wave,
The deck it was their field of fame, and the ocean was their grave,
Where Blake, the boast of freedom, fought, your many hearts will glow,
As you sweep through the deep, while the stormy winds do blow,
While the battle rages long and loud,
And the stormy tempests blow.

Harding B 25(2119) No mention of Nelson
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