Maxioms by Thomas Campbell
Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved a thousand years,
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Ye mariners of England!
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze!
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
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On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
No harp like my own could so cheerily play,
And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
Victory has a hundred fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
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Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.
