Let them come, come never so proudly,
—O'er the green waves as giants ride;
Silver clarions menacing loudly,
—“All the Spains” on their banners wide;
High on deck of the gilded galleys
—Our light sailors they scorn below:—
We will scatter them, plague, and shatter them,
—Till their flag hauls down to their foe!
——For our oath we swear
——By the name we bear,
By England's Queen, and England free and fair,—
Her's ever and her's still, come life, come death!
——God save Elizabeth!

Sidonia, Recalde, and Leyva
—Watch from their bulwarks in swarthy scorn,
Lords and Princes by Philip's favor;—
—We by birthright are noble born!
Freemen born of the blood of freemen:
—Sons of Creçy and Flodden are we!
We shall sunder them, fire, and plunder them;
—English boats on the English sea!
Drake and Frobisher, Hawkins and Howard,
—Raleigh, Cavendish, Cecil, and Brooke,
Hang like wasps by the flagships towered,
—Sting their way through the thrice-piled oak!
Let them range their seven-mile crescent,
—Giant galleons, canvas wide!
Ours will harry them, board, and carry them,
—Plucking the plumes of the Spanish pride.

Has God risen in wrath and scattered?
—Have His tempests smote them in scorn?
Past the Orcades, dumb and tattered,
—'Mong sea-beasts do they drift forlorn?
We were as lions hungry for battle;
—God has made our battle His own!
God has scattered them, sunk, and shattered them:
—Give the glory to Him alone!
——While our oath we swear
——By the name we bear,
By England's Queen, and England free and fair,—
Her's ever and her's still, come life, come death!
——God save Elizabeth!