They’re just the lads to do it,
And should the Dons, or lank Monsieurs
Come here, he’ll make them rue it:
He’ll roar his thunders, make them flee,
With a tow, row, row, row, ra ra;
And do them o’er by land,——at sea,
As Rodney did Langara.
Fal lal, &c.
Young Thompson, with his lads so light
Of foot, with hearts of steel, O,