Songs of the Fleet - Sailing at Dawn

    One by one the pale stars die before the day now,
        One by one the great ships are stirring from their sleep,
    Cables all are rumbling, anchors all a-weigh now,
        Now the fleet's a fleet again, gliding towards the deep.

            Now the fleet's a fleet again, bound upon the old ways,
                Splendour of the past comes shining in the spray;
            Admirals of old time, bring us on the bold ways!
                Souls of all the sea-dogs, lead the line to-day!

    Far away behind us town and tower are dwindling,
        Home becomes a fair dream faded long ago;
    Infinitely glorious the height of heaven is kindling,
        Infinitely desolate the shoreless sea below.

            Now the fleet's a fleet again, bound upon the old ways,
                Splendour of the past comes shining in the spray;
            Admirals of old time, bring us on the bold ways!
                Souls of all the sea-dogs, lead the line to-day!

    Once again with proud hearts we make the old surrender,
        Once again with high hearts serve the age to be,
    Not for us the warm life of Earth, secure and tender,
        Ours the eternal wandering and warfare of the sea.

            Now the fleet's a fleet again, bound upon the old ways,
                Splendour of the past comes shining in the spray;
            Admirals of old time, bring us on the bold ways!
                Souls of all the sea-dogs, lead the line to-day!

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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Songs of the Fleet - The Middle Watch

    In a blue dusk the ship astern
        Uplifts her slender spars,
    With golden lights that seem to burn
        Among the silver stars.
    Like fleets along a cloudy shore
        The constellations creep,
    Like planets on the ocean floor
        Our silent course we keep.

            And over the endless plain,
                Out of the night forlorn
            Rises a faint refrain,
                A song of the day to be born--
            Watch, oh watch till ye find again
                Life and the land of morn.

    From a dim West to a dark East
        Our lines unwavering head,
    As if their motion long had ceased
        And Time itself were dead.

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Songs of the Fleet - The Little Admiral

    Stand by to reckon up your battleships
        Ten, twenty, thirty, there they go.
    Brag about your cruisers like Leviathans--
        A thousand men a-piece down below.
    But here's just one little Admiral
        We're all of us his brothers and his sons,
    And he's worth, O he's worth at the very least
        Double all your tons and all your guns.

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    See them on the forebridge signalling--
        A score of men a-hauling hand to hand,
    And the whole fleet flying like the wild geese
        Moved by some mysterious command.
    Where's the mighty will that shows the way to them,
        The mind that sees ahead so quick and clear?
    He's there, Sir, walking all alone there--
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Songs of the Fleet - The Song of the Guns at Sea

    Oh hear!    Oh hear!
    Across the sullen tide
    Across the echoing dome horizon-wide
    What pulse of fear
    Beats with tremendous boom!
    What call of instant doom,
    With thunderstroke of terror and of pride,
    With urgency that may not be denied,
    Reverberates upon the heart's own drum
    Come! . . .    Come! . . . for thou must come!

    Come forth, O Soul!
    This is thy day of power.
    This is the day and this the glorious hour
    That was the goal
    Of thy self-conquering strife.
    The love of child and wife,
    The fields of Earth and the wide ways of Thought--
    Did not thy purpose count them all as nought
    That in this moment thou thyself mayst give
    And in thy country's life for ever live?

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Songs of the Fleet - The Song of the Sou' Wester

    The sun was lost in a leaden sky,
        And the shore lay under our lee;
    When a great Sou' Wester hurricane high
        Came rollicking up the sea.
    He played with the fleet as a boy with boats
        Till out for the Downs we ran,
    And he laugh'd with the roar of a thousand throats
        At the militant ways of man:

            Oh!    I am the enemy most of might,
            The other be who you please!
            Gunner and guns may all be right,
            Flags a-flying and armour tight,
            But I am the fellow you've first to fight--
            The giant that swings the seas.

    A dozen of middies were down below
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The Sailing Of The Long-Ships

(October, 1899)

They saw the cables loosened, they saw the gangways cleared,
They heard the women weeping, they heard the men that cheered;
Far off, far off, the tumult faded and died away,
And all alone the sea-wind came singing up the Bay.

"I came by Cape St. Vincent, I came by Trafalgar,
I swept from Torres Vedras to golden Vigo Bar,
I saw the beacons blazing that fired the world with light
When down their ancient highway your fathers passed to fight.

"O race of tireless fighters, flushed with a youth renewed,
Right well the wars of Freedom befit the Sea-kings' brood;
Yet as ye go forget not the fame of yonder shore,
The fame ye owe your fathers and the old time before.

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Songs of the Fleet - Farewell

    Mother, with unbowed head
        Hear thou across the sea
    The farewell of the dead,
        The dead who died for thee.
    Greet them again with tender words and grave,
    For, saving thee, themselves they could not save.

    To keep the house unharmed
        Their fathers built so fair,
    Deeming endurance armed
        Better than brute despair,
    They found the secret of the word that saith,
    "Service is sweet, for all true life is death."

    So greet thou well thy dead
        Across the homeless sea,
    And be thou comforted
        Because they died for thee.
    Far off they served, but now their deed is done
    For evermore their life and thine are one.

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