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，

　　Téméraire！ Téméraire！

　　Oh！ to hear the round shot biting，

　　Téméraire！ Téméraire！

　　Oh！ to see the linstock lighting，

　　And to hear the round shot biting，

　　For we're all in love with fighting

　　On the fighting Téméraire.

　　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，

　　Téméraire！ Téméraire！

　　There'll be few to tell the story，

　　Téméraire！ Téméraire！

　　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 Téméraire.

　　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，

　　Téméraire！ Téméraire！

　　And she's fading down the river，

　　Téméraire！ Téméraire！

　　Now the sunset's breezes shiver，

　　And she's fading down the river，

　　But in England's song for ever

　　She's the Fighting Téméraire.