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THE FIGHTING TÉMÉRAIRE
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It was noontide ringing,When the ship her way was winging,And the gunner's lads were singingAs 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 gloryWith the fighting Téméraire.
There's a far bell ringingAt the setting of the sun,And a phantom voice is singingOf the great days done.There's a far bell ringing,And a phantom voice is singingOf renown for ever clingingTo the great days done.
Now the sunset breezes shiver,Téméraire! Téméraire!And she's fading down the river,Téméraire! Téméraire!Now the sunset breezes shiver,And she's fading down the river,But in England's song for everShe's the Fighting Téméraire.
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