Trafalgar

Hark, between the jocund peals a single
toll,

Stern and muffled, marked the passing of a
soul !

English hearts were sad that day as sad
could be;

English eyes so filled with tears they scarce
could see ;

And all the joy was dashed with grief in
ancient Chester on the Dee!

Loss and triumph—joy and sorrow! Far
away

Drave the great fight’s wreckage down
Trafalgar Bay.

O that glorious autumn morning, eighteen five,

Every Englishman was proud to be alive !

For the power of France was broken on the
sea —

But ten sail left of her thirty sail and three.

Yet sad were English men as sad could be,

For that, somewhere o’er the foreign wave,
they knew

Home to English ground and grass the dust
of Nelson drew.

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