For now we're "England's Hope and Pride"—

The Mercantile Marine,—

"Bring us the goods and food we lack, because we're hungry, Merchant Jack"

(As often I have been).

"You're the man to save us now,

We look to you to win;

Wot'd yer like? A rise o' pay? We'll give whatever you like to say,

But bring the cargoes in."

An' here we are in the danger zone,

Wi' escorts all around,