ROLL THE OLD CHARIOT

Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm, Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm, Oh, a drop of Nelson’s blood wouldn’t do us any harm, An’ we’ll all hang on behind!

So we’ll ro-o-oll the old chariot along! An’ we’ll roll the golden chariot along! So we’ll ro-o-oll the old chariot along! An’ we’ll all hang on behind!

It is said that after Horatio Nelson’s 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.