Nelson's Victory at Trafalgar We got ready for the battle To face the daring foe. Our ships were numbered twenty-seven To shake the Spanish shore. Lord Nelson on the poop stood high And to his men he then did cry "My lads we'll conquer them or die!" Said brave Nelson. He formed a line of battle, He struck the fayal blow. When some went into the air And others sank below, When victory was on his sidew A fatal ball his life destroyed, In the midst of glory he did die Did brave Nelson. To view the hero dying He prayed for England's fame. He prayed for Britain's glory Till his last breath was drawn; He said, " My lads, my glass is run This day it is my setting sun The victory I know is won," Said brave Nelson. There was Collingwood and Hardy They fought for ENgland's fame; Collingwood in the Royal Sovreign He well deserved the name. Now Buonaparte will boast no more Nor land upon our British shore Unless he goes in London Tower THough Nelson is no more. From Ballads and Sea Songs from Nova Scoti, Mackenzie Collected from Richard Hines DT #549 Laws J17 RG oct96
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