Kind Providence protected each minute of the night,
    It’s more than tongue can tell, or yet a pen can write,
    For ’mongst the jolly tars, brave Nelson got a scar,
    But Providence protected him thro’ that cruel fight. 
    The French may repine, we took nine sail of the line,
    Burnt and sunk all but two, which escaped for a while,
    Brave Nelson gave command, altho’ he’d but one hand,
    British sailors fought like lions at the mouth of the Nile.

    But now the battle’s o’er, and Toulon’s fleet’s no more,
    Great news we shall send unto George our King,
    All the Kingdoms in Europe shall join us in chorus,
    The bells they shall ring, and bonfires they shall blaze,
    Rule Britannia shall be sung, through country and town,
    While sailors, hand in hand, round the can do sing,
    Bonaparte got the pledge of Europe for his wage,
    And he’ll ne’er forget bold Nelson at the mouth of the Nile.

II

A NEW SONG ON LORD NELSON’S VICTORY AT COPENHAGEN

    Draw near, ye gallant seamen, while I the truth unfold,
    Of as gallant a naval victory as ever yet was told,
    The second day of April last, upon the Baltic Main,
    Parker, Nelson, and their brave tars, fresh laurels there did gain. 
      With their thundering and roaring, rattling and roaring,
      Thundering and roaring bombs.

    Gallant Nelson volunteered himself, with twelve sail form’d a line,
    And in the Road of Copenhagen he began his grand design;
    His tars with usual courage, their valour did display,
    And destroyed the Danish navy upon that glorious day. 
      With their, etc.

    With strong floating batteries in van and rear we find,
    The enemy in centre had six ships of the line;
    At ten that glorious morning, the fight begun, ’tis true,
    We Copenhagen set on fire, my boys, before the clock struck two. 
      With their, etc.

    When this armament we had destroyed, we anchor’d near the town,
    And with our bombs were fully bent to burn their city down;
    Revenge for poor Matilda’s wrongs, our seamen swore they’d have,
    But they sent a flag of truce aboard, their city for to save. 
      With their, etc.

    For the loss of his eye and arm, bold Nelson does declare,
    The foes of his country, not an inch of them he’ll spare;
    The Danes he’s made to rue the day that they ever Paul did join,
    Eight ships he burnt, four he sunk, and took six of the line. 
      With their, etc.

    Now drink a health to gallant Nelson, the wonder of the world,
    Who, in defence of his country his thunder loud has hurled;
    And to his bold and valiant tars, who plough the raging sea,
    And who never were afraid to face the daring enemy. 
      With their thundering and roaring, rattling and roaring,
      Thundering and roaring bombs.