Then wherever ocean rolls,
From the equator to the Poles,
May our hearts of oak bear sail,
True and brave!
An Obtuse Angle?—Attempting to catch a perch with a hook, but no bait.
Then wherever ocean rolls,
From the equator to the Poles,
May our hearts of oak bear sail,
True and brave!
An Obtuse Angle?—Attempting to catch a perch with a hook, but no bait.