Anonymous

“ RECITATIVE.
O'er Nelson's tomb with silent grief oppressed,
Britannia mourn'd her hero now at rest.
But those bright laurels ne'er shall fade with years,
Whose leaves are watered with a nation's tears. ”

“ Along by the way as they ramble,
Let them fall by the way with my trunk.
Let them al be laughing and jeering,
Like men who are ail going mad,
Let them drink a glass over my coffin,
Crying, there lies a true-hearted lad. ”