RULE, "BRITANNIA."
(New Yachtical Version.)
H.R.H. the P——e of W——s sings:—
When Vigilant, at Gould's command,
Came over here to sweep the main,
This was the lay that thrilled the land,
And Yankee Doodle loved the strain—
Lick Britannia! the fleet Britannia lick!
And Johnny Bull may cut his stick.
But Vigilant, less fast than thee,
Must in her turn before thee fall,
Britannia, who hast kept the sea,
The dread and envy of them all.
Win, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
(Though by the narrowest of shaves.)
Six races in succession show
The Yankee yacht has met her match;
Though she was hailed, not long ago,
The swiftest clipper of the batch.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves!
The most appropriate of staves!
I'm sorry poor Dunraven's crack
So prematurely has gone down;
But mine has kept the winning tack,
And well upheld the isle's renown.
Rule, Britannia! &c.
When Jonathan thy match hath found,
He'll to our coasts again repair.
We'll have another friendly round,
With manly hearts and all things fair.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves,
Six sequent wins Bull's honour saves!