Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year; To honour we call you, as freemen not slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves (Chorus sung once...) Heart of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men, we always are ready; Steady, boys, steady! We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay, They never see us but they wish us away; If they run,why we follow and run them ashore, And if they won't fight us, what cannot do more. (Chorus sung once...)
we still make them feel and we still make them flee, and drub them at shore as we drub them at sea, so cheer up me lads with one heart let us sing, oh soldiers and sailors, our statesmen and king. (Chorus sung once...)