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| ’T WAS in Trafalgar’s bay | |
| We saw the Frenchman lay; | |
| Each heart was bounding then. | |
| We scorned the foreign yoke, | |
| Our ships were British oak, | 5 |
| And hearts of oak our men. | |
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| Our Nelson marked them on the wave, | |
| Three cheers our gallant seamen gave, | |
| Nor thought of home and beauty. | |
| Along the line this signal ran,— | 10 |
| “England expects that every man | |
| This day will do his duty.” | |
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| And now the cannons roar | |
| Along the affrighted shore; | |
| Our Nelson led the way: | 15 |
| His ship the Victory named; | |
| Long be that Victory famed! | |
| For victory crowned the day. | |
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| But dearly was that conquest bought, | |
| For well the gallant hero fought | 20 |
| For England, home, and beauty. | |
| He cried, as midst the fire he ran, | |
| “England expects that every man | |
| This day will do his duty!” | |
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| At last the fatal wound, | 25 |
| Which spread dismay around, | |
| The hero’s breast received: | |
| “Heaven fights on our side, | |
| The day’s our own,” he cried; | |
| “Now long enough I ’ve lived.” | 30 |
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| “In honor’s cause my life was past, | |
| In honor’s cause I fall at last, | |
| For England, home, and beauty!” | |
| Thus ending life as he began, | |
| England confessed that every man | 35 |
| That day had done his duty. | |
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