Come, cheer up, my lads! ’tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year;
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves;
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Hearts of oak are our men,
We always are ready:
Steady, boys, steady!
We’ll fight and we’ll conquer again and again.
We ne’er see our foes but we wish them to stay,