When moonlight flecks the cruiser's decks And engines rumble slow, When Drake's own star is bright above And Time has gone below, They may hear who list the far-off sound Of a long-dead never-dead mirth, In the mid watch still they may hear who will The Song of the Larboard Berth. In a dandy frigate or a well-found brig, In a sloop or a seventy-four, In a great Firstrate with an Admiral's flag And a hundred guns or more, In a fair light air, in a dead foul wind, At midnight or midday, Till the good ship sink her mids shall drink To the King and the King's Highway! The mids they hear no fear, no fear ! They know their own ship's ghost : Their young blood beats to the same old song And roars to the same old toast. So long as the sea-wind blows unbound And the sea-wave breaks in spray, For the Island's sons the word still runs "The King, and the King's Highway!"
- by Henry Newbolt, Sir (1862 - 1938), "The King's Highway", appears in Poems: New and Old, first published 1919 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The King's Highway", published 1914. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
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