Sails fluttered all the tales do say,
At the crack of dawn, at the break of day,
Gunners’ brows sweaty and fingers sooty.
That morning was calm and the seas azure blue,
Sailing abreast, not a line but two,
A plan hatched well in advance.
His Majesty’s men followed Horatio’s plan
Despite being outnumbered almost two to a man,
They answered the call of duty.
Guns fired and cannons roared,
Charles’s men fled, Bonaparte’s leapt overboard,
A victory over Spain and France.
The day was immortal, but Horatio was not,
For on the Victory, on the lip of history, Nelson was shot!
A musketeer got a chance.
Though the guns went silent, and there were thousands of graves,
Britannia triumphantly ruled the waves.
The battle of Trafalgar.