Come, cheer up my lads! `tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year;
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves ,
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
We ne`er see our foes but we wish`em to stay,
They never see us but they wish us away;
If they run, why, we follow and run `em a shore,
For if they won`t fight us, we can not do more.
They swear they`ll invade us, these terible foes,
They frighten our women, our children and beaux;
But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o`er,
Still Britons they`ll find to receive them on shore.
Hearts of Oak are our ships, Hearts of Oak are our men;
We always are ready;steady, boys, steady
We`ll fight and we`ll conquer again and again.