Hearts of Oak

Come chear up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer, to add somthing new to this wonderfull year To honour we call you, not press you like slaves For who is so free as we sons of the waves? Hearts of oak are our ships, hearts of oak are our men, We always are ready; Steddy, boys, steddy; We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.

We never meet our foes but we wish them to stay, They never meet us but they wish us away: If they run then we follow, and drive them ashore, For if they wont fight us, we cannot do more. Hearts of Oak are our ships, &c.

Monsieur Thurot in the absence of Boyce, Went over to Ireland to brag the dear joys; Near Man, Elliot met him, and gave him a blow, Which sent him to tell it to Pluto below, Hearts of oak are our ships, &c.

They talk to invade us, these terrible foes, They frighten our women, our children, and beaux But if their flat bottoms in darkness come o'er, Sure Britons they'll find to receive them on shore, Hearts of oak are our ships, &c.

We'll make them to run, and we'll make them to sweat In spite of the devil and Brussels Gazette. Then chear up my lads, with one heart let us sing Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king, Hearts of oak are our ships, &c.