THE BATTLESHIP.
Where ihc narrow streak "I silver Guard* the Homeland irom tier i"C You mat daily -ee me marching On my sea-beat, to and no. Sombre, solemn, and majestic Britain's enemies to meet, The hope and pride of Kngland. And the glory of the licet. Heart of-oak were my lore-lather^ But my Hanks are hardened steel. And the thunder of my broadside Halt a continent might feel. A hundred thousmd hor-c-' might di ives my frame- - |< it wonder that they tear me. That tliev tremble at my name '
Heaven help the mail Armada That shall n'"" me in inv path : Who can stand my mighty onslaught W'hii endure mv llaniing wrath : Like the Lion in the gatewa\ Or the I)rajJ«>«i mi the Heath. I am standing here a- Guardian. And In face me Tokens death.
Hear inv prayer. O ! (indni Battles ' That mv day mav come at length. That my cncniv may meet me In her pmver and her strength: I have wailed—waited. Father. With one single hope imbued : Let me strike one blow—one only - For mv Mother and her brood. Cum: 11.!. Win
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Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 3, Issue 254, 8 December 1914, Page 4
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185THE BATTLESHIP. Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 3, Issue 254, 8 December 1914, Page 4
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