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ALF the English Fleet lies ranged Still and dark against the sky, But their bunting is all changed, For the flags are half mast high: See, the Ship of Death goes by, Bearing one who was our Queen.

Listen! Portsmouth bells are telling, Now the great Queen leaves her dwelling. Toll! Toll! The Queen! The Queen! Comes between. And her Navy gives salute, Muffled, mute, To the Queen!

Hark! Amongst the cannon's thunder And the music's heavy notes, Come the bells, the bells come under, With a note that mounts and floats, In a knell For farewell To the Queen.