The Beauty Of War (trafalgar poem)

Come grab yourself a bollard boy
And I'll spin you a dit
You came here not for company
Not to watch or just to sit

You came here to enlist my lad
For a life upon those waves
But the sea is not your friend my lad
It's a cold and murky grave

So prick your ears and listen in
And I'll tell you much more
A time of valour, of honor and fear

!And the beauty that is war!

For we are the Heros of this tale
As unsung as we are
The Heros the villains the victims
Of the battle of trafalgar

We were on those ships my lad
Me and those men behind
Jacob has but one foot
And issacc he be blind

For my part I only lost
The fingers of one hand
But it did not stop the fighting
Stop fighting ye be dammed

27 ships of ours and 33 of them
18 of their ships were lost
But we lost not a one

But cannon balls hit
And splinters flew
Like Spears they filled the air
They found their mark both man and boy
No discretion and no care

The battle won, the shouts went up
Hussar hussar Hussar
But the screams of the dead and dying
Carried louder and carried far

500 souls both man and boy
We sent into the deep
A light snubbed out a life turned off
Just a memory to keep

Now listen to my words my lad
Before the seas you'll roam
Spare a thought and spare a care
For the ones you leave back home