Whose hearts are cast in honour’s mould,
While English glory I unfold—
Huzza for the Arethusa!
She is a frigate tight and brave
As ever stemm’d the dashing wave;
Her men are staunch
To their fav’rite launch;
And when the foe shall meet our fire,
Sooner than strike, we’ll all expire
On board of the Arethusa.