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His deeds are England's greatness ;
His name, no years can dim ; Our Red Cross knew but glory
While it rode the seas with him; Pope and King, from it, took terror;
As they thought who that flag bore, They bowed to the might it fluttered,
As it swept from shore to shore; Hating, they crouched to England;
No mock they dared to make Of the kingless land he stood for,
That was strong through Robert Blake.