Pub. 1803. In the repertoire of the Bath York House Catch Club.

Lyrics: Edward Young

Of Britain's wooden walls be now the song,
And may the glorious theme each day prolong;
If to my subject rose my soul,
Their fame should last while oceans roll.
When other worlds in depths of time shall rise,
As we the Greeks of mighty name,
May they Britannia's fleet proclaim,
Look up, and read her story to the skies.