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!