Huzza my valiant seamen, huzza, we’ve gain’d the day,
But lost a brave Commander, bleeding on that day,
With joy we’ve gain’d the victory,
Before his death he did plainly see
I die in peace, bless God, said he,

                The victory is won.

I hope this glorious victory will bring a speedy peace,
That all trade in England may flourish and increase,
And our ships from port to port go free,
As before, let us with them agree,
May this turn the heart of our enemy. 

                Huzza, my brave boys.

V

NELSON AND COLLINGWOOD

Come all you gallant heroes, and listen unto me,
While I relate a battle was lately fought at sea. 
So fierce and hot on every side, as plainly it appears,
There has not been such a battle fought, no not for many years.

    Brave Nelson and brave Collingwood, off Cadiz harbour lay,
    Watching the French and Spaniards, to show them English play,
    The nineteenth of October from the Bay they set sail,
    Brave Nelson got intelligence, and soon was at their tail.

    It was on the twenty-first my boys, we had them clear in sight,
    And on that very day, at noon, began the bloody fight. 
    Our fleet forming two columns, then he broke the enemy’s line,
    To spare the use of signals, was Nelson’s pure design.

    For now the voice of thunder is heard on every side,
    The briny waves like crimson, with human gore were dy’d;
    The French and Spanish heroes their courage well did show,
    But our brave British sailors soon brought their colours low.

    Four hours and ten minutes, this battle it did hold,
    And on the briny ocean, men never fought more bold,
    But, on the point of victory brave Nelson, he was slain,
    And, on the minds of Britons, his death will long remain.

    Nineteen sail of the enemy are taken and destroyed,
    You see the rage of Britons, our foes cannot avoid: 
    And ages yet unborn will have this story for to tell,
    The twenty-first of October, our gallant Nelson fell.

    I hope the wives and children will quickly find relief,
    For the loss of those brave heroes, their hearts are filled with grief,
    And may our warlike officers aspire to such a fame,
    And revenge the death of Nelson, with his undying name.

VI

GIVE IT TO HIM, CHARLEY

    Arouse, you British sons, arouse! 
    And all who stand to Freedom’s cause,
    While sing of the impending wars,
        And England’s bluff old Charley. 
    I’ll tell how British seamen brave,
    Of Russian foes will clear the wave,
    Old England’s credit for to save,
        Led on by gallant Charley.