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—