Pass around the grog, my boys, and never count the score
Drink the good old liquor down, we'll 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 our 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
Shall never taste of joy
See, see, the Cape's in view
And forward, my brave boys
And a health to every roving tar from England to Shanghai
May their plate be loaded full and cup never run dry
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
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
Shall never taste of joy
See, see, the Cape's in view
And forward, my brave boys
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