Let the bell be toll d, And a reverent people behold The towerwing car, the sable steeds. Dark in its funeral fold. His captain s-ear has heard them boom Bellowing victory, bellowing doom. When he with those deep voices wrought, Guarding realms and kings from shame, With those deep voices our dead captain taught The tyrant, and asserts his claim In that dread sound to the great name Which he has worn so pure of blame, In praise and in dispraise the same, A man of well-attemper d frame. Mighty Seaman, this is he Was great by land as thou by sea.
Thine island loves thee well, thou famous man, The greatest sailor since our world began.
England pouring on her foes. Such a war had such a close. If love of country move thee there at all, Be glad, because his bones are laid by thine. Attest their great commander s claim With honor, honor, honor, honor to him, Eternal honor to his name. Tho all men else their nobler dreams forget, Confused by brainless mobs and lawless Powers, Thank Him who isled us here, and roughly set His Briton in blown seas and storming showers, We have a voice with which to pay the debt Of boundless love and reverence and regret To those great men who fought, and kept it ours.