To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
The Spaniards too, those cunning knaves,
We’ll take their ships and make them slaves;
Till war’s declar’d we’ll never stay;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, &c.
If we should meet with a galloon,
Our own we’ll make her very soon;
Then drums shall beat and music play—