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.

Come all you gallant seamen that unite in a meeting,
Always let Lord Nelson's memory go round,
For it is your duty when you unite in a meeting,
Because he was loyal and true to the crown.
So now to conclude, and to finish these verses,
Here's God bless all seamen that speak for his good,
May the heavens go with you, and ten thousand blessings
Still rest on the fleet and brave Collingwood.
Mourn, England, mourn, etc.

ADMIRAL STRACHAN'S VICTORY.

Tune-Hearts of Oak.

Though with tears we lament our great Nelson's demise,
Let the nation rejoice that more Nelsons arise;
'Twas Collingwood finish'd what the hero began,
And brave was the conquest accomplished by Strachan.
Hearts of oak, etc.

The fourth of November, long famous in story,
This year adds a ray to our national glory;
For like Cæsar of old, our Cæsar might say,

He came, saw, and conquer'd in the enemy's bay.
Hearts of oak, etc.

The Phenix transform'd, like a bird to decoy,

Led the foe where she knew they would soon find employ ;
Only three days before, she had quitted her nest,
To add a fresh Didon to her valorous crest.

Hearts of oak, etc.

Her consort Margarita, though first in the chase,

Both at once pour'd their broadsides full butt in their face;

The Casar, the Hero, and brave Courageux,

With cannon and grape shot, soon buckled them to.

Hearts of oak, etc.

To bind the knot firmer, Namur had her share,

By Æolus favor'd, and Revolutionnaire;

Though brave their resistance, they fought in vain,

For they seem'd, when they struck, mere wrecks on the main. Hearts of oak, etc.

Safe moor'd at Plymouth, no more shall they wander,

And fit for the line of a British commander ;

Then France, Spain, and Holland shall threaten in vain,
While our tars fight and conquer again and again.
Hearts of oak, etc.

NEW SONG ON THE ENGAGEMENT BETWEEN THE AMETHYST AND THETIS, ENGLISH AND FRENCH FRIGATES.

(1808)

Come, all you valiant heroes that sail upon the sea,
Awhile give your attention to what I sing to thee:
"Tis of a famous battle that was fought upon the main,
Where our brave British sailors fresh laurels they did gain,

Between the Amethyst frigate-thirty-six guns had she,
And as brave a crew, my boys, as ever sail'd the sea-
And the Thetis, French frigate of fifty guns; I do declare,
Such a hard engagement has not been known for many a year.

At seven in the evening the battle it begun,

And lasted many hours before that it was done.

Great numbers there was wounded, a many too was slain,

While the blood from off the decks did change the watery main.

Three hours and twenty minutes we held this dreadful fray,
We lasht her fast unto us, she could not get away;

Many times they tried to board us, but we drove them back so fast

Altho' they was so numerous, we made them yield at last.

Then down she haul'd her colours, no longer could she fight;
Our British tars they gave three cheers all at this noble sight.
We took possession of her without any more delay,
And sent her into Plymouth Sound then, my boys, straightway.

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Great store of artillery, ammunition too likewise,
One thousand barrels of flour to our tars became a prize.
She was bound out to Martinico, the truth I do declare,
But in the night we met her and stopped her career.

So now to conclude and to finish my song,
Success to our noble tars that to the seas belong.

Here is a health to Captain Seymour and all his valiant men !
Whene'er they meet their enemies may they serve them so again.

A NEW SONG ON THE SUCCESSFUL ATTEMPT OF DESTROYING THE FRENCH FLEET IN BASQUE ROADS ON THE 11th APRIL 1809.

Come, all you valiant Britons of every degree,
Attend a few minutes, and listen unto me

Concerning our brave sailors that sailed on the main,
With courage so bold fresh laurels they did gain.

Success to our sailors that sail on the sea,

Who with Cochrane undaunted, whenever they're wanted,
They'll fight till they die, or gain the victory.

It was in Basque Roads the fleet they did lay,
At the sight of our shipping fill'd them with dismay,
They skulk'd near the shore like cowardly curs,
And dare not come out to face our brave British tars
So success, etc.

In the month of April, mind what I say,
We resolv'd to try this fleet to destroy:

We gave them three cheers before we set to,

And galled them so sorely we made them cry 'Morbleu !'

So success, etc.

We poured in our shot and our rockets like hail,
Till at length that their courage began for to fail.
Some were taken and destroy'd, and some got on shore,
The rest run up the harbour and would fight no more.
So success, etc.

This fleet from Brest Harbour some time ago got clear,
And our brave British heroes soon after them did steer :
We chas'd them to Basque Roads without fear or doubt,
Tho' so great was their number they dare not come out.

So success, etc.

So now, Master Boneyparte, cease for to brag,
Till you build some more ships for to hoist your white flag
Which so often has been beat by the lords of the main ;
And if they dare face them they'll serve them so again.
So success, etc.

A COPY OF VERSES ON JEFFERYS
THE SEAMAN.

You captains and commanders both by land and sea,
O do not be hard-hearted, refrain from cruelty;
It is of Jefferys the seaman, who, though not cast away,
Was left upon a dismal rock, by his captain they say.

CHORUS. Think of Jefferys the seaman's hard fate.

For eight days and nights he in misery did remain,
Without any food or nourishment himself for to sustain ;
Dejected, in a wretched state, his fate he did deplore,
For some good Christian to convey him to his native shore.

At length kind Providence gave ear unto his mournful strain :
An American vessel to his assistance came;

John Dennis's humanity soon set him free,
And very soon released him from his captivity.

It really is surprising he could so cruel be

Unto his fellow creature, lost to humanity

And any Christian feeling; that such corrections there be,

It is a pity such should have a command, either by land or sea.

But now he is arrived unto Old England's shore,

And I think he is very much to blame to go to sea any more. The gentry pity his fate as his suffering he explores,

He is glad to have the happy sight of his native land once more.