"Padstow Drinking Song" lyrics

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