That nature and valour, however so strong,
Must still bow to fate; so poor father was wrong:
And Nelson’s gon—dead after all,
And Nelson’s gon—dead after all.
But now I’m determin’d, since this is the case,
To write to Lord Collingwood straight for a place,
For they say he’s right fond of a North Country face:
So I may chance to revenge Nelson’s wrongs,
So I may chance to revenge Nelson’s wrongs.
Adieu, then, my friends, your best wishes I’ll take,