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 Then up ſhe raise, and forth ſhe gaesː

and, in that hour o' tein,

She wandered to the dowie glen,

and never mair was seen.

Come, cheer up, my lads,

'tis to glory we ſteer,

To add something new

to this wonderful year;

To honour we call you,

don't press you, like ſtaves,

For who are so free

as the Sons of the Waves?

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.

We never meet our foes

but we wiſh them to stay;