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Come, cheer up, my lads: ’tis to glory we steer,
To add something new to this wonderful year.
To honour we call you,
Not press you like slaves.
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
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Hearts 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.
For if they won’t fight us, what can we do more?
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They swear they’ll invade us, these terrible foes.
They frighten our women, our children, our beaux.
But should their flat bottoms
In darkness get o’er,
Still Britons they’ll find to receive them on shore.
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We’ll still make them fear, and we’ll still make them flee,
And drub them on shore as we drubbed them at sea.
Then cheer up, me lads, with one heart let us sing:
Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, our King!
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