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, Temeraire! Temeraire! Oh! to hear the round shot biting, Temeraire! Temeraire! Oh! to see the linstock lighting, And to hear the round shot biting, For we're all in love with fighting On the Fighting Temeraire. 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, Temeraire! Temeraire! There'll be few to tell the story, Temeraire! Temeraire! 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 Temeraire. 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, Temeraire! Temeraire! And she's fading down the river, Temeraire! Temeraire! Now the sunset breezes shiver, And she's fading down the river, But in England's song for ever She's the Fighting Temeraire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY EPITAPH ON THE SECRETARY TO THE MUSES by JANE BARKER A LAMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE SLAVE MARKET by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THREE MINUS ONE (REFRAIN SUGGESTED BY DR. RICHARD HOFFMAN) by BERTON BRALEY |