Northumberland

"The Old and Bold"

When England sets her banner forth
    And bids her armour shine,
She'll not forget the famous North,
    The lads of moor and Tyne;
And when the loving-cup's in hand,
    And Honour leads the cry,
They know not old Northumberland
    Who'll pass her memory by.

When Nelson sailed for Trafalgar
    With all his country's best,
He held them dear as brothers are,
    But one beyond the rest.
For when the fleet with heroes manned
    To clear the decks began,
The boast of old Northumberland
    He sent to lead the van.


Himself by Victory's bulwarks stood
    And cheered to see the sight;
"That noble fellow Collingwood,
    How bold he goes to fight!"
Love, that the league of Ocean spanned,
    Heard him as face to face;
"What would he give, Northumberland,
    To share our pride of place?"

The flag that goes the world around
    And flaps on every breeze
Has never gladdened fairer ground
    Or kinder hearts than these.
So when the loving-cup's in hand
    And Honour leads the cry,
They know not old Northumberland
    Who'll pass her memory by.

Henry John Newbolt

Sir Henry John Newbolt was an English poet and author, famous for his ballads such as 'Vitaï Lampada'. He graduated from Oxford and was called to the bar, but he is better remembered for his literary contributions than his legal career. Newbolt served as a government advisor on military and naval literature during World War I. He was knighted in 1915 for his services to literature. Newbolt's work often reflected themes of patriotism and duty.

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Between our eastward and our westward sea
The narrowing strand
Clasps close the noblest shore fame holds in fee
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Northumberland.
The sea-mists meet across it when the snow
Clothes moor and fell,
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For joy that none less nobly born may know
What love knows well.
The splendour and the strength of storm and fight
Sustain the song
That filled our fathers' hearts with joy to smite,
To live, to love, to lay down life that right
Might tread down wrong.
They warred, they sang, they triumphed, and they passed,
And left us glad
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Effingham, Grenville, Raleigh, Drake,
    Here's to the bold and free!
Benbow, Collingwood, Byron, Blake,
    Hail to the Kings of the Sea!
Admirals all, for England's sake,
    Honour be yours and fame!
And honour, as long as waves shall break,
    To Nelson's peerless name!

        Admirals all, for England's sake,
            Honour be yours and fame!
        And honour, as long as waves shall break,
            To Nelson's peerless name!

Essex was fretting in Cadiz Bay
    With the galleons fair in sight;
Howard at last must give him his way,
    And the word was passed to fight.
Never was schoolboy gayer than he,
    Since holidays first began:
He tossed his bonnet to wind and sea,
    And under the guns he ran.

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Battle Of The Baltic

Of Nelson and the North
Sing the glorious day's renown,
When to battle fierce came forth
All the might of Denmark's crown,
And her arms along the deep proudly shone;
By each gun the lighted brand
In a bold determined hand,
And the Prince of all the land
Led them on.

Like leviathans afloat
Lay their bulwarks on the brine,
While the sign of battle flew
On the lofty British line:
It was ten of April morn by the chime:
As they drifted on their path
There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.

But the might of England flush'd
To anticipate the scene;
And her van the fleeter rush'd
O'er the deadly space between:
'Hearts of oak!' our captains cried, when each gun
From its adamantine lips

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    And the deep night in her remembering skies
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        Shall blazon their grim story.

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        The shores they sought
        Were armoured, past all thought.

O, they knew fear, be assured, as the brave must know it,
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Ye Mariners of England
That guard our native seas,
Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
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To match another foe!
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow,
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
The spirits 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 ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow,
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
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