Our gallant tars led by Napier,
        May bid defiance to the Bear,
        While hearty shouts will rend the air,
        With, Mind, and give it to him, Charley.

    Our jolly tars will have to tell,
    How they the Russian bears did quell,
    And each honest heart with pride will dwell,
        For our jackets blue, and Charley. 
    For they’ll never leave a blot or stain,
    While our British flag flies at the main,
    But their foes they’ll thrash again and again,
        While led on by gallant Charley. 
          Our gallant tars, etc.

    Tyrant Nicky, you may fume and boast,
    And with threats disturb each peaceful coast,
    But you reckoned have without your host,
        For you’re no good to our tars and Charley. 
    From our wooden walls warm pills will fly,
    Your boasted power for to try,
    While our seamen with loud shouts will cry,
        Let us give it to him, Charley. 
          Our gallant tars, etc.

    For your cowardly tricks at Sinope Bay,
    Most dearly we will make you pay,
    For our tars will show you bonny play,
        While commanded by brave Charley. 
    For tho’ brave Nelson, he is dead,
    Our tars will be to victory led. 
    By one brave heart we have instead,
        And that brave heart is Charley’s. 
          Our gallant tars, etc.

    England and France they will pull down
    The Eagle and Imperial Crown,
    And his Bear-like growls we soon will drown,
        With, Let us give it him, Charley. 
    For while England and France go hand in hand
    They conquer must by sea and land,
    For no Russian foe can e’er withstand,
        So brave a man as Charley. 
          Our gallant tars, etc.

    Despotic Nick, you’ve been too fast,
    To get Turkey within your grasp,
    But a Tartar you have caught at last,
        In the shape of our tars and Charley. 
    Then here’s success with three times three,
    To all true hearts by land or sea,
    And this the watchword it shall be,
        Mind, and give it to them, Charley.

        Our gallant tars led by Napier,
        May bid defiance to the Bear. 
        While hearty shouts will rend the air,
        With, Mind, and give it to him, Charley.

VII

THE ARETHUSA

Come all ye jolly sailors bold,
Whose hearts are cast in honour’s mould,
While England’s glory I unfold,
Huzza to the Arethusa. 
She is a frigate tight and brave,
As ever stemmed the dashing wave;
Her men are staunch
To their fav’rite launch,
And when the foe shall meet our fire,
Sooner than strike we’ll all expire,
On board of the Arethusa.