_NEPTUNE’S RESIGNATION._ The wat’ry god, great Neptune, lay In dalliance soft and amorous play On Amphitrite’s breast; When uproar rear’d its horrid head, The Tritons shrunk, the Nereids fled, And all their fear confess’d. Loud thunder shook the vast domain, The liquid world was wrapt in flame, The god amazed spoke: ‘Ye winds go forth and make it known Who dares to shake my coral throne, And fill my realms with smoke!’ The winds, obsequious at his word, Sprung strongly up t’ obey their lord, And saw two fleets a-weigh: The one, victorious Hawke, was thine; The other, Conflans’ wretched line, In terror and dismay. Appal’d, they view Britannia’s sons Deal death and slaughter from their guns, And strike the deadly blow, Which caused ill-fated Gallic slaves To find a tomb in briny waves, And sink to shades below. With speed they fly and tell their chief That France was ruin’d past relief, And Hawke triumphant rode. ‘Hawke!’ cry’d the fair, ‘pray who is he That dare usurp this power at sea, And thus insult a god?’ The winds reply: ‘In distant lands There reigns a king who Hawke commands; He scorns all foreign force; And when his floating castles roll, From sea to sea, from pole to pole, Great Hawke directs their course. ‘Or when his winged bullets fly To punish fraud and perfidy, Or scourge a guilty land, Then gallant Hawke, serenely great, Tho’ death and horror round him wait, Performs his dread command!’ Neptune with wonder heard the story Of George’s sway and Britain’s glory, Which time shall ne’er subdue; Boscawen’s deeds, and Saunders’ fame, Join’d with brave Wolfe’s immortal name, Then cry’d, ‘Can this be true? ‘A king! he sure must be a god! Who has such heroes at his nod, To govern earth and sea! I yield my trident and my crown, A tribute due to such renown! Great George shall rule for me!’ _HEARTS OF OAK._ (_In Harlequin’s Invasion, sung by Champness, 1759_). The words by David Garrick. The music by Dr. Boyce. Come cheer up, my lads, ’tis to glory we steer, To add something new to this wonderful year: To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as we sons of the waves? _Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men, We always are ready, Steady, boys, steady, We’ll fight and we’ll conquer again and again._ We ne’er see our foes but we wish them to stay; They never see us but they wish us away: If they run, why we follow, and run them on shore, For if they won’t fight us, we cannot do more. _Hearts of oak, etc._