Slender, young, in a coat of blue,
(Here's to the Agamemnon's pride!)
Out of the mists that long he knew,
Out of the Victory, where he died,
Here to the battle-front he came.
See, he smiles in his gallant way!
Ghostly ships in a ghostly game,
Roaring guns on a ghostly day!
There in his white silk smalls he stands,
(Here's to Nelson, with three times three!)