Trafalgar

Poem about the battle of trafalgar

Eight hundred souls aboard our ship and all were duty bound,
We sailed a flat calm ocean, above a cloudless sky.
A signal hauled, with great haste, upon our flagship high,
‘England expects that every man’, a’ floatin’ in the sky.
Around me shipmates young and old,
cheering men on to die.

We hard tacked larboard, across that sea, the enemy’s guns a’ blazin’,
Their aim were poor, and I thanked God, but t’was not a day for praisin’.
Two lines a breast, we sailed on through.
Iron ball, and shot a’ flyin’,
Young monkey’s down, lyin’ at my feet, at a splinter there I’m gazin’.
Just ten year old, and such a man, and now he’s a slowly dyin’.

Five decks down, in this wooden hell, I hear them Frenchy’s screamin’.
So, c ‘mon lads, let’s run ‘em out,
show ‘em what death we’re dealin’.
Pull her back, sponge her down,
Ram, and set ball a’ flyin’.
Fire that touch, clear away, Aye, gun ready again for action.

Smoke and flame are all around; it’s a never ending roar,
Death and honour, fame and glory,
On this day they all are found.
Snipers around us everywhere, are firing from up high,
Our Admiral down and on his knees,
he breathes a lasting sigh.

Kerchief is wrapped, tight around my ears, now red with young Jacks blood,
no time to think or shed a tear, of friendships lost and found.
Great splinter’s of old English oak, are a’ flyin’ all around.
I set the charge and ram it home, the ball and wadding follow.
Aim true me’ boys, and take ‘em down
In the briny let ‘em wallow

We raked those Frenchy’s end to end, till not a man did stand.
A ship blows up, a flag comes down the fightin’s hand to hand.
Their flags are struck, the battles won.
Aye, Britannia rules the waves.
Four thousand men no longer here, with their lives they had to pay.
Lord Nelson and four hundred men have helped to save this day.