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unsuccessful attempts to get away. We here took in some
more provisions for the Captain's table, and sent letters on
shore to our friends. At length the wind came fair, the
merry old fifer struck up his famous tune and we step'd
round with the capstan bars, the anchor was got and steering
down channel, leaving our native, white-cliffed Albion, behind
us.

Farewell to England

Adieu to thee dear England
While this life my breast shall swell,
I never can forget Land-
-I've loved so long and well.

Though storm and wave around thee rave,
Thou'st beauty unto me;
I could not rest within a grave
That was not made in thee.

The Kings of Briton's Isle.
Ere they closed their ancient reign
By their gallant action gave thee
Wide empire o'er the main.

And thou afar, a shining star
Did other nations see.
The pride of ocean's purple car
The freest of the free.

Oh! Briton's ancient daughters
On thy wild romantic steep
In the caverns of thy water
Many a form is laid to sleep.

That still I love, like some above.
-The grave that yet there be
And though to other lands I rove

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