Keppel for Ever!

Smile, smile, Britannia, smile, on Admiral Keppel smile,
Thy darling son ;
With laurels crown his head ; go, Fame, his glory spread ;
His name monsieurs do dread, from him they run.

Goree, th' Havannah too, where shot in showers flew,
Keppel so bold,
In the midst of the fray, he to his men did say,
'We'll shew them British play and share their gold.'

Tho' he's been false-accused, his character abus'd,
Still he's the thing ;
Keppel these forty years has serv'd in the wars,
Fear'd neither wounds nor scars, for George his king.

But Twitcher and his crew (I mean his dupe Sir Hugh),
Wicked their scheme!
To try Keppel did call, thro' malice, that was all.
Lucifer's pride must fall, like Admiral Byng.

Bonfires, bells did ring; Keppel was all the ding,
Music did play ;
Windows with candles in, all for to honour him;
People aloud did sing, ' Keppel ! huzza!'

May he draw his sword again in defence of George his king
And country's right.
On board the Victory, again his flag does fly.
Monsieurs will feel, by-and-by, if he will fight.

Go, go, thou base Sir Hugh, vice-admiral of the blue,
Prythee be still!
Ah ! what a wicked dog, to splice the very log!
Give him, instead of grog, a leaden pill !