Great Britain’s Fleet unshaken in its might, Proclaimed itself again in all men’s sight The Mistress of the Main. Fair Freedom’s friend, May peace and glory on thy path attend. THE GERMAN FLEET Lie down, and let the billows hide your shame, Oh, shorn and naked outcast of the seas! You who confided to each ocean breeze Your coming conquests, and made loud acclaim Of your own grandeur and exalted fame; You who have catered to they world’s disease; You who have drunk hate’s wine, and found the lees; Lie down! and let all men forget your name! You dreamed of world dominion! you! the spawn Of hell and hatred—Foe to all things free— Sworn enemy to honour, truth and right; Too poor a thing now for the Devil’s pawn, Let the large mercy of the outraged sea Engulf and hide you evermore from sight. DEEP UNTO DEEP WAS CALLING They rode through the bannered city— The King and the Commoner, And the hopes of the world were with them, And the heart of the world was astir. For the moss-grown walls seemed falling That have shut away men from Kings; And Deep unto Deep was calling For the coming of greater things. They rode to an age-old Palace Where the feet of the Mighty go— (A Palace that stands unshaken Despite the boast of the foe!) And the King from Kings descending— And the Man of the People’s choice In a Super-Man seemed blending, And they spoke as with one voice. And one voice now and for ever Will speak from sea to sea, Wherever the British Banner And the Starry Flag float free. For our fettering chains are sundered By the evil that turned to good, And Deep unto Deep has thundered Its message of Brotherhood. It was not a pageant of Victors— Or a triumph hour of man, That ride through the bannered City, It was part of a Mighty Plan; And the sound of old barriers falling Rose there where those Rulers trod, For Deep unto Deep was calling In the resonant Voice of God. THE SONG OF THE ALLIES We are the Allies of God to-day, And the width of the earth is our right of way. Let no man question or ask us why, As we speed to answer a wild world cry; Let no man hinder or ask us where, As out over water and land we fare; For whether we hurry, or whether we wait, We follow the finger of guiding fate. We are the Allies. We differ in faith, But are one in our courage at thought of death. Many and varied the tongues we speak, But one and the same is the goal we seek. And the goal we seek is not power or place, But the peace of the world, and the good of the race. And little matters the colour of skin, When each heart under it beats to win.