Spitting iron like a grey fog of spray Seafaring and god-fearing from Boston to Bombay We're the titans with the tridents, Europe's people's must obey And pay homage 'til posiedeon deigns to send a new day
But the sun, she never sets And the sea, she holds no regret For this nation of shopkeepers Put them on a boat and they look like grim reapers
He was always waiting for a channel to control Through his waiting and his praying, they were planning, planning to hold
Hold fast Hold fast
Sailors outnumbered, cannon outgunned Our foe was in our sights, then on the ropes, then on the run One nation mourned in victory, the other in defeat One empire lost her admiral, the other lost her fleet
But the sun, she never sets And the sea, she holds no regrets For this nation of shopkeepers Put them on a boat and they look like grim reapers
He was always waiting for a channel to control Through his waiting and his praying, they were planning, planning to hold
Hold Fast Nelson Hold fast Stay true
England expects that every man will do his dutyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
