Beating up the Channel
Language: English
Can you see the ships, lad, looming up the Channel, Lean ships, grey ships, creeping through the haze? Can you hear the guns, lad, booming on the tideway, Guns that roared and volleyed in the bygone days? Here are lights a-flashing, here are shells a-crashing, But when did love forsake us, when did courage fail? Drake’s men, Blake’s men, and all their merry company Are beating up the Channel with the Sou’-west gale. The ships are in the sea road With main deck a-foam, And the old oaken frigates Are beating up for home. See the happy shore, lad, all along the Channel, Old folk, young folk, sporting in the sun: Hear the laughing wind, lad, softly on the tideway Whispering the glory of the great days done. Silver spray is flying, loud the gulls are crying From Beachy Head and Portland Bill down to Kynance Cove; For Drake’s men, Blake’s men and all their merry company Have fought for us and bought for us the land we love. Roaring up the Channel With snowy canvas spread, And the old flag of Britain Streaming overhead.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wilfred Sanderson (1878 - 1935), "Beating up the Channel" [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2016-05-19
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Word count: 185