Those best sons of Britain bold open…

Those best sons of Britain bold open and brave, Who dare the loud tempest and stem the rough wave, Theirs is the sound bottom on which to rely, And theirs the firm heart that will conquer or die.

'Tis our country that calls us, her voice we obey, When she wants our aid shall a sailor say nay; With the foes of Old England our rulers may cope, While a sword we can brandish or handle a rope.

Dare the coxcomb in heart dare the capering slave, Despise us plain fellows whom freedom makes brave, For Britain shall find us, both body and soul, As true to her cause as the steel to the pole.

Huzza, huzza gallant hearts let the triflers behold, Such Englishmen now as they fled from of old; From the mistress we own from the Monarch we serve, No distance no danger shall e'er make us swerve.

Let land men delight in deceit and grimace, Attempt at your throat while they laugh in your face; Too honest for art, and too gallant for guile, We hate where we frown, as we love where we smile.