Returning in Peace may we all see his face.
To bless him, caress him,
In kind words address him,
Ye Britons and Sons of the Tyne.
Though Nelson is dead, yet we ought not to mourn;
The laurels that deck his magnificent Urn,
Are sufficient for mortals that dwell here below;
Let Heaven’s great King other laurels bestow
On him we adore,
Who fought off the shore,