Roll the Old Chariot

Oh, a drop of Nelsons blood wouldnt do us any harm, Oh, a drop of Nelsons blood wouldnt do us any harm, Oh, a drop of Nelsons blood wouldnt do us any harm, An well all hang on behind! So well ro-o-oll the old chariot along! An well roll the golden chariot along! So well ro-o-oll the old chariot along! An well all hang on behind! It is said that after Horatio Nelsons death at the Battle of Trafalgar, his body was preserved in a cask of rum (or in some tales, brandy) in order to preserve it for transport back to England. When the cask arrived, though, it was empty of spirits, and a hole in the cask was found where the sailors had been sucking the booze out with a straw. Oak planks, iron, brandy, and spiced rum. The remains of Vice-Admiral Nelson have been omitted from this fragrance.