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O’er Nelson’s tomb, with silent grief oppress’d,

Britannia mourn’d her hero now at rest,

But those bright laurels ne’er shall fade with years,

Whose leaves are water’d by a nation’s tears.

’Twas in Trafalgar’s bay,

We saw the Frenchmen lay,

Each heart was bounding then;

We scorned the foreign yoke—

Our ships were British oak,

Hearts of oak our men.

Our Nelson mark’d them on the wave,

Three cheers our gallant seamen gave,

Nor thought of home or beauty;

Along the line this signal ran—

England expects that every man

This day will do his duty.

And now the cannons roar

Along the affrighted shore—

Our Nelson led the way;

His ship the Vict’ry nam’d,

Long be that Vict’ry fam’d,

For vict’ry crown’d the day.

But dearly was that conquest bought,

Too well the gallant hero fought

For England, home, and beauty;

He cried, as ’midst the fire he ran—

England expects that every man

This day will do his duty.