I am a youthful My troubles are great, My tongue is scarcely My grievance to Since I have lost my love, was ever dear to me, He's to plough the ocean, On the Victory. And many a evening, My and I did meet, He clasped me round my waist, And me kisses sweet; I gave to him my and heart, And he he'd marry me, But I did not that my love, Would the Victory. Chorus: Mourn, England, mourn and For the brave Nelson's men, That died the main. My could not endure my love, he was so poor, he never did presume, To within the door; But had he been noble lord, Born a man of degree, They'd ne'er sent the lad I love, On the Victory. was thirteen on the press-gang, They did my surround, And of that accursed gang, bleeding to the ground; My was overpowered, he fought most manfully, They dragged him the dark, wet streets, the Victory. Your she lay in harbour, ready to set sail, May Heaven be guardian, love, you come home from sea, Just an angel weeping, On the sighs every day, for my own true love, Returning from sea; not for gold that glitters, Nor silver that shine, If I to the man I love, I'll be in my mind. Here's success the Victory, And crew of fame, And to the captain, Nelson was his name; At the of Trafalgar, The cleared the way, But my love was slain Nelson, Upon that day.