Oh! send them all good for your Collingwood’s sake!
For your Country and you his life’s oft been at stake,
Then bless him, and thank his brave Tars!
Then bless him, and thank his brave Tars!
I’ll say that I left you all singing his praise,
And begging of Neptune more laurels to raise,
That in England you hope he’ll soon wear the green bays,
And be blest with his friends for past toils,
And be blest with his friends for past toils.