Of our wealth; but they hardly could spy land,
When our Drake had the luck to make their pride duck
And stoop to the lads of the Island!
Huzza for the lads of the Island!
The good wooden walls of the Island;
Devil or Don, let them come on;
And see how they’d come off the Island!
Since Freedom and Neptune have hitherto kept tune,
In each saying, “This shall be my land;”
Should the “Army of England,” or all it could bring, land,