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Gallant Nelson volunteer'd himself, with twelve sail form'd a line, And in the Road of Copenhagen he began his grand design ; His tars, with usual courage, their valour did display, And destroy'd the Danish navy upon that glorious day. With their, etc.
With strong floating batteries in van and rear we find, The enemy in centre had six ships of the line— At ten that glorious morning the fight begun, it's true; We Copenhagen set on fire, my boys, before the clock struck two.
With their, etc.
When this armament we had destroy'd, we anchor'd near the
town, And with our bombs were fully bent to burn their city down ; Revenge for poor Matilda's wrongs our seamen swore they'd
have; But they sent a flag of truce on board, their city for to save. With their, etc.
For the loss of his eye and arm, bold Nelson does declare,
The foes of his country not an inch of them he'll spare;
The Danes he's made to rue the day that they ever Paul did
join, Eight ships he burnt, four he sunk, and took six of the line. With their, etc.
Now drink a health to gallant Nelson, the wonder of the world, Who, in defence of his country, his thunder loud has hurled ; And to his bold and valiant tars who plough the raging sea, And who never were afraid to face the daring enemy. With their, etc. |
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A NEW SONG COMPOSED BY THE WOUNDED TARS AT THE SIEGE OF BOULOGNE.
On the second day of August, eighteen hundred and one, We sailed with Lord Nelson to the port of Boulogne, For to cut out their shipping, which was all in vain— To our great misfortune, they were all moored with chain. |
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