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, cheer up, my lads, 'tis glory we steer

To add something new 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.

Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men,

We always are ready,

Steady, boys, steady;

We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.