Chorus.—For the French the Pope may shrive 'em,
For the devil a whit we heed 'em,
As for the French, God speed 'em
Unto their hearts' desire,
And the merry devil drive 'em
Through the water and the fire.
Chorus.—Our glory is our freedom,
We lord it o'er the sea;
We are the sons of freedom,
We are free.