Pass the good old bumper round and never count the score

Drink the good old liquor down and boldly ask for more

For ‘tis he who will not merry merry be

Shall never taste of joy

See see the Cape’s in view

and forward my brave boys

Here’s a health unto her majesty and long may she reign

Queen of all the seven seas and the pride of the Spanish Main

For ‘tis he who will not merry merry be…

But one thing more I’ll ask of you before we count the score

Give to me the girl I love and the key to the cellar door

For ‘tis he who will not merry merry be…

Once more unto her majesty then let the health go round

Confusion to her enemies wherever they are found

For ‘tis he who will not merry merry be…