We’ve pilots stout of limb;
We’ve Forsyth, Wheelhouse on our side,
And Captain Bedford Pim!
The Bard of Peterborough-court
With odes our efforts cheers,
And music-hall trouvères support
The Haxell’s Volunteers.
Think of old England’s righteous claims,
Her noble-minded fils;
Make haste and put down all your names—