“ The French to attack for the good of our trade,
While trempets do sound and the cannons do roar,
Our shot like the hail upon them we'll pour,
And thus we'll rejoice while they die in despair,
⁠⁠On board of a man of war. ”

“ The lilie of the vale is not fairer than she,
I'll die for her sake if she won't kinder be.
⁠My love is like a rose in a garden steep,
Her neck is like a swan swimming in the deep,
Ye gods! pray send the time soon to be,
When I shall enjoy Polly, and Polly me.
⁠Her breath's sweet as vi'lets, her eyes like sloes,
Whene'er I behold her my heart overflows ”

“ We'll make them cry marblew wherever we weet,
At the bounce of a cannon and beat of a drum,
We'll frighten all our enemies wherever we come,
To serve royal George we will die by the gun,
⁠⁠On board of a man of war. ”