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 here lying and bleeding this way.’ ‘No matter, no matter whatever about me, My time it has come--I am almost at the worst, But there’s my gallant seamen fighting so boldly, Discharge of your duty unto them all first.’ _Mourn, England, mourn, etc._ Then with a loud voice he called out to his captain, ‘Pray let me, sir, know how the battle does go, For I think our great guns continue to rattle, Though death is approaching I firmly do know.’ ‘The antagonist’s ship is gone to the bottom, Eighteen we have captur’d and brought them on board, Four more we have blown clean out of the ocean, And this is the news I have brought you, my lord.’ _Mourn, England, mourn, etc._ Come all you gallant seamen that unite in a meeting, Always let Lord Nelson’s memory go round, For it is your duty when you unite in a meeting, Because he was loyal and true to the crown. So now to conclude, and to finish these verses, Here’s God bless all seamen that speak for his good, May the heavens go with you, and ten thousand blessings Still rest on the fleet and brave Collingwood. _Mourn, England, mourn, etc._ _ADMIRAL STRACHAN’S VICTORY._ Tune--_Hearts of Oak_. Though with tears we lament our great Nelson’s demise, Let the nation rejoice that more Nelsons arise; ’Twas Collingwood finish’d what the hero began, And brave was the conquest accomplished by Strachan. _Hearts of oak, etc._ The fourth of November, long famous in story, This year adds a ray to our national glory; For like Cæsar of old, _our_ Cæsar might say, He came, saw, and conquer’d in the enemy’s bay. _Hearts of oak, etc._ The _Phœnix_ transform’d, like a bird to decoy, Led the foe where she knew they would soon find employ; Only three days before, she had quitted her nest, To add a fresh _Didon_ to her valorous crest. _Hearts of oak, etc._ Her consort _Margarita_, though first in the chase, Both at once pour’d their broadsides full butt in their face; The _Cæsar_, the _Hero_, and brave _Courageux_, With cannon and grape shot, soon buckled them to. _Hearts of oak, etc._ To bind the knot firmer, _Namur_ had her share, By Æolus favor’d, and _Revolutionnaire_; Though brave their resistance, they fought in vain, For they seem’d, when they struck, mere wrecks on the main. _Hearts of oak, etc._ Safe moor’d at Plymouth, no more shall they wander, And fit for the line of a British commander; Then France, Spain, and Holland shall threaten in vain, While our tars fight and conquer again and again. _Hearts of oak, etc._