LET the Rhine be blue and bright In its path of liquid light, Where the red grapes fling a beam Of glory on the stream; Let the gorgeous beauty there Mingle all that ’s rich and fair; Yet to me it ne’er could be Like that river great and free, The Thames! the mighty Thames! Though it bear no azure wave, Though no pearly foam may lave, Or leaping cascades pour Their rainbows on its shore; Yet I ever loved to dwell Where I heard its gushing swell, And never skimmed its breast But I warmly praised and blest The Thames! the mighty Thames! Can ye find in all the world A braver flag unfurled Than that which floats above The stream I sing and love? O, what a burning glow Has thrilled my breast and brow, To see that proud flag come With glory to its home, The Thames! the mighty Thames! Did ribs more firm and fast Ere meet the shot or blast Than the gallant barks that glide On its full and steady tide? Would ye seek a dauntless crew With hearts to dare and hands to do? You ’ll find the foe proclaims They are cradled on the Thames; The Thames! the mighty Thames! They say the mountain child Oft loves its torrent wild So well, that should he part He breaks his pining heart; He grieves with smothered sighs Till his wearying spirit dies; And so I yearn to thee, Thou river of the free, My own, my native Thames!
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