To-day as in them times of Nelson.
'Twill help you still to rule the wave,
Though swabs may croak and lubbers twaddle;
That Album Milne our Admiral gave,
Shows many a change in rig and model,
But could they hail us at Spithead.
To-day, old Drake, or Howe or Howard,
They'd find the race as never bred,
To scour the brine, traitor or coward.
What the old Victory did of old,