Come fill a bumper to the brim,
And drink success to George our king;
Of France and Spain let’s not be fear’d,
Since our Keel Lads have volunteer’d
To meet the proud and daring foe,
And let the haughty Frenchmen know,
That our Keel Lads are brave and free,
And Neptune’s favourites will be.
Zephyr, blow your gentle gales,
And fill our Keel Lads’ shiv’ring sails,