Ring, ring out our bells! and to Calais from Dover Let our cannons loud roar carry France the news over, That the balance of land and sea war we’ve brought home, And our prizes, at Portsmouth, pay their Bergen-opzoom. So Huzzah! to King George, boys; long, long may he reign, By the right of old England, long lord of the main! _So Huzzah! to King George, etc._ 2 Now hark! and you’ll hear (and with truth ’twill be told) How the seas have been swept by his true hearts of gold: In the month of October, to West Indies bound, A fleet so becrowded with numbers we found, Tho’ our ken could not count ’em, our first chasing gun Observ’d ’em less forward to fight than to run. _Tho’ our ken could not count ’em, etc._ 3 All, all hands aloft, and away ’fore the wind, Full sail sped their merchants, from convoys behind; Yet, to do their tall ships the true honour we owe ’em, Tho’ to beat was above ’em, to fly was below ’em. But their cargoes, in danger, had no time to talk; So like pigeons they flew from our bold British Hawk. _But their cargoes, in danger, etc._ 4 Now broadsides to broadsides, smash! thro’ and thro’ boring, Made the sea seem a forest of lions all roaring! But the _Severn’s_ bruised ribs felt our shot fly so sore, That her loud fifty mouths never spoke a word more. So silenc’d we left her, without more concern, To be catch’d, as we saw, by our frigates astern. _So silenc’d we left her, etc._ 5 Of their _Trident_ our _Devonshire_ came alongside, And souse! in her guts, such a dose did she hide, That the rummaging pills almost work’d her to death, For she soon, like the _Severn_, lay gasping for breath. Then bounce! came their _Terrible_--foul on a _Tartar_; But she too sung small, till she cry’d out for quarter. _Then bounce! came their Terrible, etc._ 6 Now shatter’d and batter’d (Morbleu! such a sight!) Their _Thunder_ knock’d under, and stole off by night; When six of their squadron, that scarcely could creep, We lugg’d and tugg’d home, in our harbours to sleep. And so large were their hulks, tho’ we ply’d ’em with rubbing, To be sure their thick hides took a good deal of drubbing. _And so large were their hulks, etc._ 7 And now, the next year, when the prizes we’ve made By our own hands are mann’d out, we’ll drive a French trade; While the sea is our market, for squadrons we’ll barter, And give for first rates only bullets and quarter! So, Huzzah! to King George, boys; long, long may he reign, By the right of old England, long lord of the main. _So, Huzzah! etc._ 8