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THE ENGLISH SLAVE. [Act IV.
ACT IV.
SCENE I. The Banks of the Tamar, by moonlight.
A Danish Fleet discovered drawn up to the shore. Rog-
valla, Cathimar, Ivor, and Frotho leap from the fore-
most vessels, followed by the Danish army.
CHORUS OF DANISH SOLDIERS.
OUR home is the booming ocean wide,
Where in sunlight and storm we fearlessly ride,
Where many a rock-girt island lies,
All wealthy and fair,
the warrior's prize.
We laugh when the rushing blast comes by,
When lightnings dart from the lurid sky,
And midnight is there, and the last faint ray
Of the struggling moon hath passed away.
Then afar, afar o'er the storm-swept flood
We joyously rush to plunder and blood !
Now fling on this island's night-winds, fling
Our dark banner-raven's magical wing.
Sound, sound to the lift charge, the fierce
battle-cry,
And march, proudly march, to conquer or die !
ROGVALLA.
Once more, fair England, to our warlike tramp
Echoes thy flowery soil. What joy to roam
From land to land, and hear its wail and shriek
Ascend to heaven, the heralds of our might.
Nor tides nor stormy billows stay our course :