Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.

While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!