To the Antigallican haste away.

Haste away, &c.

Our country calls us all to arms,

To keep us safe from French alarms;

Then let us all her voice obey,

To the Antigallican haste away.

Haste away, &c.

When we are rich, then home we’ll steer,

And enter Shields with many a cheer;

To meet our friends so blythe and gay;