Flat Bottom'd Boats

Our glory renown'd on the ocean and shore, To ages for aye shall be told, Hawke, Howe and Boscawen, Wolfe, Amherst and Moore, In the list of fair fame be enroll'd: In praise of such leaders then open your throats. And laugh at the French flat bottom'd boats.

While Barrington swept off the tables Basterre, At Minden we not the odd trick: Shew'd Constans a trump or two, made him look queer, And won all they had at Quebec; Then sing and be jolly boys, open your throats. And laugh at the French, &c.

We'er ignorant what may betide us this year, But certain of this we are all; Her course how she will, let kind Providence steer, For freedom we'll fight and we'll fall: For King George, and Prince George, then open your throats, And laugh at the French, &c.

Like grey hounds half starv'd, they squint at our food, And fain from our beef wou'd be fed: You're welcome Monsieurs, if you'll wade to't in blood. I see you are far better bred. Paltroons! how they run! then open your throats, And laugh at the French, &c.