O’er a sunny and tranquil main.
A thousand times has our gallant ship
Her course sped over the seas;
Through wintry gales sped the silver sails,
Or haply the summer breeze.
Then success and long life to the “G. O. P.”
’Tis with hands all round, and across the sea,
That we speed her forth with our three times three!
A thousand times have her sails been set
O’er a cargo of golden grain;