With a row, row, row, row, rara,
And do them o'er by land,—at sea,
As Rodney did Langara.[201]
Young Thompson and his lads so light
Of foot, with hearts of steel, O,
His country's cause shall nobly fight,
And make her foes to feel, O,
For should the frog-fed sons of Gaul,
Come capering à la Francois,