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This most melancholy subject,
from each eye must draw a tear!
Such a dismal scene of horror,
near to Spithead did appear.
The beach and houses at the port
were all filled with the dead
In each look nothing but dejection,
each human heart for them did bleed.
Children weeping for their parents;
widows for their husbands dear;
The dismal cries of those were sinking,
did pierce the heart of all did hear.
But none could give the least assistance,
to this brave and goodly ship,
Now in the waves without resistance,
she lies fourteen fathom deep.
What a loss is it to Britain,
in so critical a time,
For to lose such brave commanders,
and gallant sailors in their prime:
Whose stout and undaunted courage,
French and Spaniards both have felt
Our enemies were made to tremble,
at the name of Kempenfelt.
May Heaven support our British Heroes,
and from danger keep them free.
And send us one into his station,
as valiant and as good as he.
