The Antigallican Privateer
The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d,
On board of her with speed we’ll hie;
She’ll soon be fit to sail away;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, haste away,
To the Antigallican haste 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.
Haste away, &c.
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.
Haste away, &c.
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.
Haste away, &c.
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.
Haste away, &c.
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.
Haste away, &c.
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.
Haste away, &c.