As sung by Mr. Grace Clergy for Helen Creighton

I am a noble lady, My fortune it is great, My tongue is scarcely able My sorrows to relate, For the courting of a young man Who was so dear to me, He's ploughing the main ocean On board of the Victory. It's on my bed each night I lie No comfort can I find, The thoughts of my true love Still running in my mind, I think I can embrace him, And his fond company, My heart lies in his bosom On board of the Victory. His eyes were like two diamonds Bright as the rising moon, His cheeks were like two roses That bloom in the month of June, He is so neatly composed And in ev-er-y degree My heart lies in his bosom On board of the Victory.

This song begins appearing as a broadside in the early 1800s. It evidently uses the name of Lord Nelson’s ship, HMS Victory, for emotional effect, but the verses have little to do with historical events. The singer’s lover has been pressed to serve aboard the ship.

The song was carried on in tradition all the way to the 1950s, where it was collected again in Canada by Helen Creighton.