May gales of prosperity waft us to the port of happiness.
May our seamen, from the captain to the cabin-boy, be like our ships, hearts of oak.
More hard ships for Britain, and less to her enemies.
May the pilot of reason guide us to the harbour of rest.
May the memory of the noble Nelson inspire every seaman to do
his duty.
May the tar who loses one eye in defence of his country, never
see distress with the other.
Should the French come to Dover, may they mis-Deal in their
landing.
To Nelson's memory here's a health,
And to his gallant tars,
And, may our British seamen bold
Despise both wounds and scars;
Make France and Spain,
And all the main,
And all their foes to know,
Britons reign o'er the main
While the stormy winds do blow.
The British navy, the world's check-string.
The heart of a sailor: may it be like heart of oak.