When wild winds howl along the deep, And bid the ocean mountains rise To thunder on White Albion's steep The vengeance of her native skies, What cheers the storm-tossed mariners, Wrecked on her rock-bound shore, And nerves their hearts to fight the waves For dear life, and home once more ? 'Tis the launching o£ the life-boat, The saviour of the sea, From off the shore, where ocean's roar Quells not humanity; For though the wild winds howl and rave, The Life-boat's launched—and launched to save.

Her daring crew when wild winds blow Need not the sound of minute guns To rouse within their breasts the glow That Duty calls for from her sons; For true to manhood's highest creed They burn with sacrificial fire, Which ocean's fulness cannot quench When hearts are filled with this desire.

Long, long may Britain's hardy sons Be powerful to fight the waves, And snatch from death the storm-tossed ones Whom ocean seeks to fill her graves; And though the ocean mountains rise To thunder vengeance on her steep, White Albion's heart will rest at ease, For deeds like these shall rule the deep.

HAMISH,.