| SONS OF THE SEA | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Have you heard the talk of foreign powers, Building ships increasingly? Do you know they watch this Isle of ours, Watch their chances unceasingly? Have you heard the millions they will spend, Strengthening their fleets, and why? They imagine they can break or bend The nation that has oft made them fly But one thing we possess, they forget, they forget The lads in blue they've met, often met, often met. Chorus: Sons of the sea, all British born Sailing every ocean, laughing foes to scorn They may build their ships, my lads And think they know the game But they can't build boys of the bulldog breed Who made old England's name. Do you know they threaten to combine Three to one's their bravery? Do you know they'd like to sweep the brine Bind us lads in slavery? Have you heard they think that plates of steel Plates of steel and guns will do? But we know 'twas British hearts of oak In every battle pulled us safely through For one thing we possess, they forget, they forget The lads in blue they've met, often met, often met. Chorus: If they'd know why Briton rules the waves If they'd solve the mystery If they'd know the deeds of Britain's braves Let them read their history Let them search the bottom of the seas Where their battered hulks now lie Let them build their puny ships of war We build men prepared to do or die There's one thing we possess, they forget, they forget The lads in blue they've met, often met, often met. Chorus: |
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| Written and composed by Felix McGlennon - 1897 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Performed by Arthur Reece (1870-1964) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||