Ye sons of Britain, who, in dangers brave,
Dare all the tumults of th' uncertain wave;
Whose dauntless minds alike with ardour glow,
To waft fair commerce, or to meet the foe;
O shun the fatal course—whose sordid trace
Leads not to glory; but with foul disgrace
Stains the bright honours of a nation's fame,
And sullies all the splendours of her name!
O view with heedful glance the dismal scene,
Reflected faithful from remembrance keen—