Oh, Hadst Thou Fall'N, Brave Youth! On That Proud Day,[1] When Our Victorious Fleet O'Er The Red Surge Rolled In Terrific Glory, Thou Hadst Fall'N Most Honoured; And Remembrance, While She Thought Upon Thy Gallant End, Had Dried Her Tear! Now Far Beyond The Huge Atlantic Wave Thy Bones Decay; The Withering Pestilence, That Swept The Islands Of The Western World, Smote Thee, Untimely Drooping To The Tomb! But 'Tis Enough; Whate'Er A Soldier'S Fate, That Firm He Hied Him, Where Stern Honour Bade; Though With Unequal Strength, He Sunk And Died.