The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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SONG.
(WRITTEN FOR A WOUNDED SEAMAN, WHO FOUGHT AT
THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR.) |
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SONG. (WRITTEN FOR A WOUNDED SEAMAN, WHO FOUGHT AT THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR.)
With my limbs in the deep,
And my locks all grown hoary,
By cowards insulted, and poor,
Few think how I fought
For my country and glory,
Or know half the hardships I bore.
And my locks all grown hoary,
By cowards insulted, and poor,
Few think how I fought
For my country and glory,
Or know half the hardships I bore.
When the wars are all o'er
I am thought of no more,
The deeds of my valour are lost;
Forgot is the day
Of Trafalgar's dread bay,
When my comrades to Neptune were toss'd.
I am thought of no more,
The deeds of my valour are lost;
Forgot is the day
Of Trafalgar's dread bay,
When my comrades to Neptune were toss'd.
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Where the waves stood aghast
At the cannon's dread roaring,
And the white curling surges retir'd,
Brave Britons their broadsides
Were rapidly pouring,
By Nelson and glory inspir'd!
At the cannon's dread roaring,
And the white curling surges retir'd,
Brave Britons their broadsides
Were rapidly pouring,
By Nelson and glory inspir'd!
Then the prince of the deeps
His trident uprear'd,
A moment in wonder he gaz'd;
But, struck with great terrors,
He soon disappear'd,
Our cannon so dreadfully blaz'd!
His trident uprear'd,
A moment in wonder he gaz'd;
But, struck with great terrors,
He soon disappear'd,
Our cannon so dreadfully blaz'd!
In the midst of the conflict
Great Nelson undaunted,
Regarded nor balls nor the wave,
But order'd the grog
When the British tars wanted,
And told us what England expects from the brave!
Great Nelson undaunted,
Regarded nor balls nor the wave,
But order'd the grog
When the British tars wanted,
And told us what England expects from the brave!
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