On the twenty first of October
It being the glorious day
The combined fleets of France and Spain
They met our fusilade
Their number it being thirty three
Bertram chanced them to see
There's twenty seven of them for me
Said the brave Nelson
On the twenty first of October
At the rising of the sun
We formed a line for action
At twelve o'clock begun
We manned our rigging and shot away
Besides some thousands on that day
We k**ed and wounded in the fray
With the brave Nelson
On the twenty first of October
Our cannon loud did roar
We ships in number twenty seven
Just from the Spanish shore
But when we'd victory on our side
A musket ball his life destroyed
And in the midst of glory dies
Our the brave Nelson
On the twenty first of October
Old England shed a tear
The bravest of her heroes
Had lost his life so dear
Did no he merit much applause
He fought for liberty and laws
He bled and died for England's cause
Did the brave Nelson