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THE DEATH OF NELSON |
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For he was a bold and undaunted commander,
As ever did sail on the ocean so wide, He made both the French and the Spaniards surrender, By pouring always into them a broadside.
Mourn, England, mourn, mourn and complain, For the loss of Lord Nelson who died on the main.
One hundred engagements he had been in, sir,
And ne'er in his life was he known to be beat, Tho' he'd lost an arm, likewise a right eye, sir,
No power on earth ever could him defeat. His age at his death it was forty and seven,
And as long as I breathe his great praises I'll sing, For the whole navigation to him was given,
Because he was loyal and true to his king. Mourn, England, mourn, etc.
Like an undaunted hero, exposed to the fire,
He gave his command, on the quarter-deck stood, To hear of his actions you would much admire,
To see the decks covered all with human blood. From aloft to below 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 cause of Lord Nelson's fall. Mourn, England, mourn, etc.
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. |
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