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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

The Sons of the Deep—1815

SONS of the deep! ye spirits brave,

Whose victories saved a nation’s fame;

From whom the rulers of the wave

First learn’d the pangs of fear and shame!

To you the goblet’s flowing free,

To you we fill where’er you roam;

Whether you brave the stormy sea,

Or dare the thunderer in his home.

Skilful and bold, by labour nursed,

By honour taught, by hardship tried;

In danger and in glory first,

Your country’s hope, her joy, her pride.

To your loved names, ye gallant few,

Our souls the song of triumph raise,

And future years shall swell for you

The fondly lingering notes of praise.

Long may your flag its lustre shed

O’er the wild waters of the main;

Long may the laurel crown your head,

And never, never wear a stain!

To you, with soul-enamouring beam,

Dear woman’s magic eye shall turn;

Your deeds shall be the sage’s theme,

And o’er the story youth shall burn.