Waggon Hill

Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling,         Treading his dear Revenge's deck,     Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling,         Galleons drifting wreck by wreck.         "Fetter and Faith for England's neck,         Faggot and Father, Saint and chain,---     Yonder the Devil and all go howling,         Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain!     Drake at the last off Nombre lying,         Knowing the night that toward him crept,     Gave to the sea-dogs round him crying,         This for a sign before he slept:---         "Pride of the West! What Devon hath kept         Devon shall keep on tide or main;     Call to the storm and drive them flying,         Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain!"     Valour of England gaunt and whitening,         Far in a South land brought to bay,     Locked in a death-grip all day tightening,         Waited the end in twilight gray.         Battle and storm and the sea-dog's way!         Drake from his long rest turned again,     Victory lit thy steel with lightning,         Devon, o Devon, in wind and rain!