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It was eight bells ringing	A
For the morning watch was done	B
And the gunner's lads were singing	A
As they polished every gun	B
It was eight bells ringing	A
And the gunner's lads were singing	A
For the ship she rode a swinging	A
As they polished every gun	B
	-
Oh to see the linstock lighting	A
T m raire T m raire	C
Oh to hear the round shot biting	A
T m raire T m raire	C
	-
Oh to see the linstock lighting	A
And to hear the round shot biting	A
For we're all in love with fighting	A
On the fighting T m raire	C
	-
It was noontide ringing	A
And the battle just begun	B
When the ship her way was winging	A
As they loaded every gun	B
It was noontide ringing	A
When the ship her way was winging	A
And the gunner's lads were singing	A
As they loaded every gun	B
	-
There'll be many grim and gory	C
T m raire T m raire	C
There'll be few to tell the story	C
T m raire T m raire	C
	-
There'll be many grim and gory	C
There'll be few to tell the story	C
But we'll all be one in glory	C
With the Fighting T m raire	C
	-
There's a far bell ringing	A
At the setting of the sun	B
And a phantom voice is singing	A
Of the great days done	B
There's a far bell ringing	A
And a phantom voice is singing	A
Of renown for ever clinging	A
To the great days done	B
	-
Now the sunset breezes shiver	C
T m raire T m raire	C
And she's fading down the river	C
T m raire T m raire	C
	-
Now the sunset's breezes shiver	C
And she's fading down the river	C
But in England's song for ever	C
She's the Fighting T m raire	C

Henry John Newbolt, Sir

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