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' bought it fair!