WE HAVE FED OUR SEA FOR A THOUSAND YEARS

words by Rudyard Kipling

music by Peter Bellamy



We have fed our sea for a thousand years

And she calls still unfed

Tho' there's never a wave of all her waves

But marks our English dead

We have strewed our best to the weeds unrest

To the shark and the sheering gull



If blood be the price of admiralty

Lord God, we ha' paid in full



There's never a flood goes shoreward now

But lifts a keel we manned

There's never an ebb goes seaward now

But drops our dead on the sand

But slinks our dead on the sand forlorn

From the Dulcies to the Swin



If blood be the price of admiralty

If blood be the price of admiralty

Lord God, we ha' paid in full



We must feed our sea for a thousand years

For that is our doom and pride

As it was when they sailed with the Golden Hind

Or the wreck that struck last tide

Or the wreck that lies on the spouting reef

Where the ghastly blue lights flare



If blood be the price of admiralty

If blood be the price of admiralty

If blood be the price of admiralty

Lord God, we ha' paid in full



part of Kipling's Song of the English

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