Many a youth, I’ll tell the truth, in action have been wounded
Some left their friends and lovers in despair upon their native shore
Others never returned again, but died upon the raging main,
Causing many a one to cry “my son” and widows to deplore,
When war was raging, it is said, men for their labour were paid,
Commerce and trade flourishing, but now it ebbs and flows,
And poverty it does increase, though Britons say we live in peace,
This grand conversation on brave Nelson arose.
Some hardy tars they did survive, in Greenwich College now alive,
Will tell the deeds of Nelson and the battles that he won,