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The Quarter-Gunner''''s Yarn
The Quarter-Gunner''s Yarn
To our battering next the Redoubatable struck,
But her sharpshooters gave us the worst of the luck,
Lord Nelson was wounded,most cruel to tell,
"They''re done for me,Hardy,"he cried as he fell.
To the cockpit in silence they carried him past,
And sad were the looks that were after him cast,
His face with a kerchief he tried to conceal,
But we knew him too well from the truck to the keel,
When the Captain reported a victory won,
"Thank God!" he kept saying,"my duty I''ve done."
At last came the moment to kiss him good-bye,
And the Captain for once had salt in his eye.
"Now anchor,dear Hardy," the Admiral cried,
But before we could make it he fainted and died,
All night in the trough of sea we were tossed
And for want of groundtackle good prizes were lost.
Then we hauled down the flag,at the fore it was red,
And blue at the mizzen was hoisted instead
By Nelson''s famed Captain,the pride of each tar
Who faught in the victory off Cape Trafalgar.