To drag thee from England, her sons will not yield,
They’ll carry thee on, yet prepare for the field.
Fal lal de ral la.
These brave lads around us, their tools will lay down,
And fight for their country, their king, and his crown!
But the Frenchmen destroy’d, or drove back to the main,
They’ll take up the Pick-axe and shovel again.
Fal lal de ral la.
In union thus ever be commerce and arms,
When a tyrant’s ambition creates it alarms;