The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d,

She’ll soon be fit to sail away;

For gold we’ll sail the ocean o’er,

From Britain’s isle to the French shore;

No ships from us shall run away;—

To the Antigallican haste away.

The Spaniards too, those cunning knaves,

We’ll take their ships and make them slaves;

Till war’s declar’d we’ll never stay;

To the Antigallican haste away.

If we should meet with a galloon,

Our own we’ll make her very soon;

Then drums shall beat and music play—

To the Antigallican haste away.

Our country calls us all to arms,

To keep us safe from French alarms;

Then let us all her voice obey,

To the Antigallican haste away.

When we are rich, then home we’ll steer,

And enter Shields with many a cheer;

To meet our friends so blythe and gay;

To the Antigallican haste away.

To Charlotte’s Head then let’s repair,

We’ll be receiv’d with welcome there;

We’ll enter then without delay;

To the Antigallican haste away.