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