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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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, T?m?raire! T?m?raire! Oh! to hear the round shot biting, T?m?raire! T?m?raire! Oh! to see the linstock lighting, And to hear the round shot biting, For we're all in love with fighting On the fighting T?m?raire. 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, T?m?raire! T?m?raire! There'll be few to tell the story, T?m?raire! T?m?raire! 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 T?m?raire. 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, T?m?raire! T?m?raire! And she's fading down the river, T?m?raire! T?m?raire! Now the sunset's breezes shiver, And she's fading down the river, But in England's song for ever She's the Fighting T?m?raire.
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