Then steady, Boys, steady,
Let’s always be ready;
We have trimmed them before, let us trim them again.
Shall Frenchmen rule o’er us? King George he says No!
And No! say our Lords, and our Commons they say No!
And No! say All Britons of every degree;
They shall never rule Britons, United and Free.
Hearts of Oak, &c.
Shall Frenchmen rule us, the Free Sons of the Waves?
Shall England be ruled by a Nation of Slaves?
Shall the Corsican Tyrant, who bound on their Chains,
Govern Us, in the room of Our Good King who reigns?
Hearts of Oak, &c.
Though He’d fain stop our Press, yet we’ll publish his shame;
We’ll proclaim to the World his detestable Fame;
How the Traitor Renounced his Redeemer, and then
How he murder’d his Pris’ners and Poison’d his Men.
Hearts of Oak, &c.