In the Solent.
(February 1st, 1901.)
HALF the English Fleet lies ranged
Still and dark against the sky,
But their bunting is all changed,
For the flags are half mast high:
See, the Ship of Death goes by,
Bearing one who was our Queen.
Listen! Portsmouth bells are telling,
Now the great Queen leaves her dwelling.
Toll! Toll! The Queen! The Queen!
Comes between.
And her Navy gives salute,
Muffled, mute,
To the Queen!
Hark! Amongst the cannon's thunder
And the music's heavy notes,
Come the bells, the bells come under,
With a note that mounts and floats,
In a knell
For farewell
To the Queen.
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