Lord Anson and Hawke

Ye brave British sailors, true sons of the main,
Who scorn to submit to the insults of Spain,
Leave to landsmen their politick schemes and their talk,
And enter on board the Lord Anson and Hawke.

These two noble heroes, whose names our ships bear,
Made the Spaniards to tremble, the Frenchmen to fear;
Secure of success, then, your fortune ne'er balk,
But enter on board the Lord Anson and Hawke.

Let the wise politicians of France and of Spain,
Threat to take from Great Britain her rule o'er the main;
Their plate ships shall pay for their arrogant talk,
If they come but in sight of the Anson and Hawke.

The wages, the ingots, the wealth of Peru,
The Spaniards are getting and hoarding for you;
You shall ride in your coaches, whilst cowards shall walk,
Who durst not engage in the Anson and Hawke.

Then aboard, my brave lads, and with hearts stout and true,
The road unto riches and glory pursue ;
That your wives may dress fine, and your children may talk
Of your noble exploits in the Anson and Hawke.

Here's a health to King George, and his consort so true,
May their laurels sit pleasing and well on their brow ;
To Hutchinson and Dickson, who for courage never baulk,
Then fill up your glasses, boys, to the Lord Anson and Hawke.
Huzza:, brave boys, the Lord Anson and Hawke.