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Bold Nelson's praise I'm going to sing
Not forgetting our glorious king.
He always did good tidings bring,
For he was a bold commander.
There was Dudley Smith, Duncan too,
Lord Howe and all his gallant crew
These were the men that were true blue.
Full of care, yet I swear.
None with Nelson could compare,
Not even Alexander.

Bold Bonaparte he threatened war
A man who feared no wound or scar
But still he fought at Trafalgar
Where Britain she was victorious.
Bold Nelson's actions made him shake,
All French powers he made to quake.
He said his men he'd never forsake
These last words thus he spake
Fight on my lads like hearts of oak
And the battle it shall be glorious.

Bold Nelson fought though threatened wide
And many a time he had been tried,
But he fought like a hero till he died
Amid the battle gory.
For the day was won their line was broke
All around was lost in smoke.
Nelson he got his death stroke
That's the man for old England
He faced his foe with his sword in hand
And he lived and he died in his glory.