And safe from their labours, the lads of the mine,
Now foot it away with the girls of the Tyne.
Fal lal de ral la.
On ship-board soon plac’d, and impel’d by the gale,
For Augusta’s proud towers the produce will sail;
Employment it gives to th’ indust’rous and brave,
And its trade’s the best nurse for the sons of the wave.
Fal lal de ral la.
Hail, commerce! thou parent of Albion’s weal,
Let Frenchmen still brandish their threatening steel,