English poem
HUZZA for the TARS of Old England
by Anonymous
Britannia no longer o'er injuries dreams, For France now has suffered for all her fly schemes, Morblieu! cry the Monsieurs! indeed so it seems, Oh the brave tars of Old England, And oh, the Old English brave tars!
Our George like our Henry, lo! makes France to bow! Our navy's our bulwark, the world shall allow; As long as we've Boscawen, Lockhart and Howe. Oh the brave tars of Old England, And oh, &c.
Behold our Prince Edward, in glory's bright way, See conquest attends on his first bold essay, Then let's for the tars of Old England huzza! Oh the brave tars of Old England, And oh, &c.