died in vict'ry's arms.
'We'll avenge his death,' the seamen cry,
'We'll fight, we'll conquer, or we'll die,
And will their force deride:
Our little ones shall lisp his name,
And to acquire a Nelson's fame,
Will ever be their pride.'
Before cold death had closed his eyes,
Cover'd with wounds, the hero cries,
'Is victory our own?'
'We've conquer'd,' cried the valiant crew,
He smiling bade them all adieu,
And died without a groan.
Yet, ere he flew, he did enquire,
How many ships were then on fire,
And others that had struck:
Well pleased the hero then was seen,
When told the number was fifteen;
For England was his care.
Then with a bright benignant smile,
Inploring blessings on our isle,
Bade Collingwood adieu:
Oh, gracious God! my soul receive,
From troubles England quick relieve,
And peace again renew.
Oh death! thy keen unwelcome blow,
Laid England's darling bleeding