The Fighting Téméraire

It was eight bells ringing
For the morning watch was done
And the gunner's lads were singing
As they polished every gun
It was eight bells ringing
And the gunner's lads were singing
For the ship she rode a-swinging
As they polished every gun

Oh! to see the linstock lighting
Téméraire! Téméraire!
Oh! to hear the round shot biting
Téméraire! Téméraire!
Oh! to see the linstock lighting
And to hear the round shot biting
For we're all in love with fighting
On the fighting Téméraire

It was noontide ringing
And the battle just begun
When the ship her way was winging
As they loaded every gun
It was noontide ringing
When the ship her way was winging
And the gunner's lads were singing
As they loaded every gun

There'll be many grim and gory
Téméraire! Téméraire!
There'll be few to tell the story
Téméraire! Téméraire!
There'll be many grim and gory
There'll be few to tell the story
But we'll all be one in glory
With the Fighting Téméraire

There's a far bell ringing
At the setting of the sun
And a phantom voice is singing
Of the great days done
There's a far bell ringing
And a phantom voice is singing
Of renown for ever clinging
To the great days done

Now the sunset breezes shiver
Téméraire! Téméraire!
And she's fading down the river
Téméraire! Téméraire!
Now the sunset's breezes shiver
And she's fading down the river
But in England's song for ever
She's the Fighting Téméraire