Let gold and blood flow in full flood, than let the foe enslave you!
A rhyme, a rhyme for the Christmas time! It may not, John, sound jolly,
But to pipe and dance whilst your foes advance, were the maddest sort of folly.
With pockets full Peace's pipe to pull, or to sip your grog and slumber,
Is nice; but you'll wake to a huge mistake if your foes your Fleet outnumber!
Get your Fleet, old man, cheap if you can, but at all costs get your Fleet, John!
Ships, guns and crew more than any two of the foes you are like to meet John!
Take your old friend's tip, let no chance slip, and be foiled by no pretence, John;
Keep eye on the foe, build all you know, and big big D the expense, John!