On the twenty first of October, At the rising of the sun, We form’d the line for action, At twelve o’clock begun. We manned our rigging and shot away, Besides some thousands on that day, Were killed and wounded in the ’fray, With brave Nelson. Our ship was numbered twenty seven, Her cannon loud did roar, We ships, in number twenty seven, Took from the Spanish shore. But when we’d victory on our side, A musket ball his life destroyed, And in the midst of glory died, Our brave Nelson. To view this hero dying, With his last parting breath, He prayed for England’s glory, At the moment of his death. Farewell my lads, my glass is run, This day will be my setting sun, And providence it must be done, Said brave Nelson. Fare you well brave Nelson, Old England shed a tear, The bravest of her heroes, Has lost his life so dear. Did he not merit much applause, He fought for liberty and laws, He bled and died for England’s cause The brave Nelson. _LORD NELSON._ COME all gallant seamen that unite a meeting, Attend to these lines that I’m going to relate, And, when that you hear, it will move you with pity, To hear how Lord Nelson, he met with his fate. For he was a bold and undaunted commander, As ever did sail on the ocean wide, And he made both the French and the Spaniards surrender, By always pouring into them a broadside. _Chorus._ Mourn, England, mourn; mourn and complain, For the loss of Lord Nelson, who died on the main. From aloft, to aloft, where he was commanding, All by a French gun he received a ball, And, by the contents, he got mortally wounded, And that was the occasion of Lord Nelson’s fall. Like an undaunted hero, exposed to the fire, As he gave the command, on the quarter deck stood, And to hear of his actions, you would much admire, To see the decks covered all with human blood. One hundred engagements he had been into, And never, in his time, was he known to be beat, For he had lost an arm, likewise his right eye, sir, No powers on earth could ever him defeat. His age, at his death, it was forty and seven, And as long as I live, his great praises, I’ll sing, For the whole navigation was given unto him, Because he was loyal and true to his king. Then up steps the doctor in a very great hurry, And unto Lord Nelson these words he did say, Indeed, then, my lord, I am very sorry, To see you lying and bleeding this way, No matter, no matter whatever about me, My time it has come, I’m almost at the worst, And there’s my gallant seamen who’re fighting so boldly, Go and discharge your duty to them first.