Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling, <br />Treading his dear _Revenge's_ deck, <br />Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling, <br />Galleons drifting wreck by wreck. <br />'Fetter and Faith for England's neck, <br />Faggot and Father, Saint and chain,--- <br />Yonder the Devil and all go howling, <br />Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain! <br /> <br />Drake at the last off Nombre lying, <br />Knowing the night that toward him crept, <br />Gave to the sea-dogs round him crying, <br />This for a sign before he slept:--- <br />'Pride of the West! What Devon hath kept <br />Devon shall keep on tide or main; <br />Call to the storm and drive them flying, <br />Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain!' <br /> <br />Valour of England gaunt and whitening, <br />Far in a South land brought to bay, <br />Locked in a death-grip all day tightening, <br />Waited the end in twilight gray. <br />Battle and storm and the sea-dog's way! <br />Drake from his long rest turned again, <br />Victory lit thy steel with lightning, <br />Devon, o Devon, in wind and rain!<br /><br />Sir Henry Newbolt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waggon-hill/
