Though death has quenched your flame,

Yet immortal be your name!

For ye died the death of fame

With Riou.

Soft sigh the winds of Heaven
O'er your grave!

While the billow mournful rolls
And the mermaid's song condoles,
Singing-glory to the souls
Of the brave.

ACTION OFF COPENHAGEN.

You undaunted sons of Britannia, lend an ear,
A story concerning a fight you shall hear.

It was on March the 12th, my boys, our fleet did sail
Out of Yarmouth with a sweet and pleasant gale.

Our Commander-in-Chief, Admiral Parker by name,
And Vice-Admiral Nelson, that man of great fame,
And Rear-Admiral Graves which drew up the rear,
While so boldly for Elsenore Castle we steer'd.

On the 13th we so boldly pass'd Elsenore by,
While so many thousand shot and shells they did fly;
Then straight for Copenhagen our fleet they did steer,
And we anchor'd abreast of the town without fear.

On the second of April it was the glorious day
When bold Nelson's division they got under weigh-
Each ship set for action, each man to his gun,
Resolv'd so boldly we was for to run.

It was into the roads where the Danish flag did fly,

Determin'd alongside of their fleet for to lie;

Said we will make them to strike, my boys, or else we'll send them

down,

There for to storm and set fire to their town.

The first was the Edgar, she did lead the van,
At eleven o'clock the heavy fire began,

The Ardent and Glatton, the rest did the same,
The Defiance and Monarch behaved with great fame.

Then in came Lord Nelson, in the Elephant;
Next Bellona and Ganges, so boldly they went;
The bold Polyphemus run in the same way,
And the brave little Isis her part she did play.

The Amazon, the Hermione, the Desirée and Blanch,
They anchor'd in the line and behav'd so staunch;
The Otter and the Dart they anchor'd also,
Until by a signal was forc'd for to go.

Now these four frigates that we have mentioned here,
And two little sloops that run in without fear,
They all run and anchor'd alongside the fleet,
Their forts the same time they began to defeat.

But so great was their mistake, at about four o'clock
They found they could no longer stand our shot;

For their batteries we clear'd, my boys, which was our own desire
And the town in three places our bombs set on fire.

Seven of their two-deckers to us they did strike,

And six floating batteries likewise did the like.

'Well done, my brave boys!' said Lord Nelson; 'that's right, For your courage and mine you have displayed in this fight.'

So now, my brave boys, let it never be said
That ever Lord Nelson or Graves was afraid.
Success to our officers throughout the whole fleet,
That encouraged the Britons the Danes to defeat.

So now [to conclude and to finish my log],
Call up the steward to serve out the grog.

Here's a health to our wives and sweethearts at home,
For they'll give us a glass when to England we come.

A NEW SONG ON LORD NELSON'S VICTORY AT COPENHAGEN.

Draw near, ye gallant seamen, while I the truth unfold

Of as gallant a naval victory as ever yet was told.

The second day of April last, upon the Baltic main,

Parker, Nelson, and their brave tars fresh laurels there did gain. With their thundering and roaring, rattling and roaring, Thundering and roaring bombs.

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.

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.