Tho' danger's hostile train appears
To thwart the course that honor steers;
Despising peril and dismay,
Our royal sailor hastes away:
His country calls; to guard her laws,
Lo! ev'ry joy the gallant youth resigns;
Th' avenging naval sword he draws,
And o'er the waves conducts her martial lines:
Hark! his sprightly clarions play,
Follow where he leads the way;
The shrill-ton'd fife, the thundering drum,
Tell the deeps their master's come.