How little do the landmen know

How little do the landmen know, Of what we Sailors feel, When waves do mount, and grinds do blow! But we have hearts of steel. No danger can affright us; No enemy shall flout: We'll make the Monsieurs right us: So toss the can about.

Stick stout to orders, mess-mates; We'll plunder, burn and sink: Then, France, have at your first-rates; For Britons never shrink. We rummage all we fancy; We'll bring them in by scores; And Moll, and Kate, and Nancy Shall roll in Louis d' ors,

While here at Deal we're lying With our noble Commodore, We'll spend our wages freely, boys, And then to sea for more. In peace we'll drink and sing, boys; In war we'll never fly: Here's a health to George our King, boys, And the Royal Family.