At Trafalgar’s great battle, and died.
Drink a toast, then, my friends, to his dear honour’d shade,
Each widow, each wife, every matron, and maid,
And though you lament for the loss of his blood,
Drink a health to our own, our brave Collingwood,
Who fought with that great man,
That bother’d the Frenchmen,
At Trafalgar’s great battle, and died.