Yes, we're the hope of England now,

And rank wi' the Navy too;

An' all the papers speak us fair—"Nothing he will not lightly dare,

Nothing he fears to do."

"Be polite to Merchant Jack,

Who brings you in the meat,

For if he went on a striking lay, you'd have to go on your knees and pray,

With never a bone to eat."

But you can lay your papers down

An' set your fears aside,