OLD ENGLAND'S NAVY

NZ Truth, Issue 579, 22 July 1916, Page 3

OLD ENGLAND'S NAVY

1 "This egg and feather for sale— what 1 offers? For tbo noedy orphans and widows of too sailors who fell In battle In the North S©a.'< — Specimen of begging for tho widows and orphans to bo seen In Wellington, "Lord Galvanism is making a tour of the world and wilt lncludo India m his Journey, where hla Lordship will indulge m nig game shooting." > •The Earl of Pottam is spending £ 10,000 on his game reserves this year and the results promise somo Uno shooting for the gentry."— -Specimens from "Sasslety Spite" notes of the Uupper Class slobber paper. Old England, girt with roaring waves, bound by Neptune's boundless sea. Where Nelson's sailors m their graves beneath tho surge sloop peacefully. What of thy sons of salt sea brine* who* over oager, heard tho call Bidding them form In battle line *inld splintered mast and crashing btdl? Old England, m the days of yore, thy sea-dogs scoured the restless deep; From Baflln Bay to Singapore thy sailors climbed tho hill-waves steep. While m tho oastlo or tho cot. saf* from the pirate hordes that pry, Thy people slept, nor recked they aught, with England's Navy standing by. And Holland knew those sea-dogs bold, Van Tromp, who would hare swept tho main; And Phillip, who the great nea-wold crossed with his mighty fleet from •• Spain. But England's Navy never sleeps— 4n calm, m storm, m peace, or war— Though many a mother sadly weeps, she holds tho seas both near *n4 far. The shattered hulks of mighty Spain Uo de«p within the ocean's slime; Van Tromp's stout ships, bwmath the main, rest under wares they used to climb; •And 'neath Trafalgar's hearing breast, where Nelson drew his parttoff breath; Beneath the J>liloWs surging erect. Old England* foes sleep on In death. That UtUe tigress of tho wave, who fought the Spanish ntty-threo, Lies In tho ocean's sapphire grave, with Spanish galleons, peacefully. Tbo great San Phillip felt her daws, and, with her Raping sldoa «h« quailed, As, right Into the cannon*' mum, Urn brave Rerenge to glory sailed. Our swinging mant*, liko forest troos, rode over every distant «oa; We braved tho bnttJo mid tho brees* and gavo the slave his liberty. Oh, men of England, do you fcol the pride that thrills tho British brwurt. While Cfonn&n son-curs, safe, m Kiel, lick at their wounds and watch tho west? 014 EnjfUuid'n bull-doc*, an of yore, ttagttr to find th<» battle's grip, Followed bnaldo tho German shore, nnd showed them bow wo won v whip. Th« rolling thunder of the m>n: tho «mi-w«jjp wUh bor sting of death: Their weight, that nerved th« coward Hun, were to our Navy m a br«ath. And. though tho richo* of tli<> En«t come hourly to Old Knftiand'* mart, lit* orphans vi ft bc^nax'a fwu»t, oat with dull uiiitultth at tho heart, N»t from U»e catttln on tho hill, not from lh« baron* meadow Uwulu, Com** England* du«?a those mouUut to rill—Cold Charity me«u their d«minds.