The west winds blow in the face of the foe—
Old Drake is beating his drum—
They drank to "The Day", for "The Hour" we pray;
The day and the hour have come.
The sea-strewn Empire prays to-night—
O Lord of our destiny!—
Thou did'st give the seas into Britain's might,
For the freedom of Thy seas we smite.
God give us victory!
James Bernard Fagan