Last words before he was felled,
‘Mid the cannon roar and musketry,
Of that cold October hell.
Turning a blind eye to fear,
As the enemy fleet began to loom,
He sailed his brave eight hundred,
Into the jaws of doom.
And as the masts were cut away,
And men were torn in two,
While the maimed screamed and died on deck,
The sniper’s bullet came too soon.
Yet as he went towards the light,
Deep beneath the waves,
His final victory was well won,
England, Horatio, has been saved.