Trafalgar

Twenty seven British navy ships To Trafalgar’s Cape they sailed Napoleon’s fleet they were to seek As Nelson’s plans were unveiled His flagship Victory sailed ahead The proud vanguard of the force The hundred and four gun vessel Holding a straight, steady course Nelson settled upon his strategy Which defied normal convention Engaging them at close quarters Being Horatio’s prime intention Thirty three enemy ships waited For Lord Nelson’s fleet to arrive There was to be no quarter given In the fearsome battle to survive Victory took terrible punishment Sent by Villeneuve’s Bucentaure As lethal volleys from her guns Through decks and mainsail tore Victory’s wheel was blown away And death took many of her crew But the Victory she never faltered Holding course, straight and true She approached the Bucentaure Pulling astern of her opponent With the tiller hard to starboard It proved to be a pivotal moment A thunderous, resounding roar Signalled the Victory’s broadside As from almost point blank range Three hundred Frenchmen died Horatio was stood tall and proud Feeling the spray of ocean’s brine Before he was mortally wounded With a French bullet in his spine They carried him below the deck Alas, sadly his days were done But as Admiral Lord Nelson died He knew that Trafalgar was won