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Then outward bound they set
Those Vikings of a new born age
To write fresh deeds of valour with crystal pen on history’s deathless page
In silver galleons they set out, strange ships and wondrous men are these
Who plumed the unknown starlit depths of God’s celestial seas
True sons! Whose ancestors in bygone days vanquished the Spaniard and his might
Young England’s sky borne fleets set sail, Armada of a cloudless night

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The winking stars in wonder watch as through cloud and moonlit haze
Each scenery ship sails grace fully by past phantom caps and starfilled bags
The Captain and the crew of each, imbued with but one single thought
Their England shall ne’er feel those chains which alien hands have wrought
Tho’ well knowing as their gallant ships the tempest fury brave
The harbour which perchance they’ll find lies beyond the silent grave