“Your grateful country” shall her arms extend,
To greet your glad return with conscious pride,
And in her bosom bid your cares subside.
And, while our fam’d “Britannia” shall resort,
In awful grandeur to her wished-for port,
Her loveliest daughters shall with pleasure meet,
And bless “the heroes of the British fleet!”
Your wives, your children, and your friends shall come,
With tears of joy to bid you “welcome home.”
Nor storms nor battle more your bliss shall mar,