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;