Sunday, 28 November 2010


Thirty ships formed in an impenetrable column
One hundred guns in an awesome war machine
The ambitious heart of a courageous admiral
The endeavor of man is paramount on these tides
The dreams of an Englishman the grit of the underdog

What a sight to behold
As mammoth waves crash and cannons explode
Although outnumbered never outgunned
To prevail on this day is to kiss the hand of god

In this momentous time of preparation there is ample time for meditation
For if we die England will triumph and brittania will stand proud
The jack will fly high and the empire will reach the sky
For this will be our finest hour, my sweet Trafalgar