We have fed our sea for a thousand years
And she calls us, still unfed,
Though there's never a wave of all her waves
But marks our English dead:
We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest,
To the shark and the sheering gull.
If blood be the price of admiralty,
Lord God, we ha' paid in full!
Me & friends had an interesting childhood, I know...Unfortunately I can't find spelling check on blogger any more, so, sorry if I start doing typos.