[Verse 1]
Pass around the grog, my boys, and never count the score
Drink the good old liquor down, we'll boldly ask for more

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
For 'tis he who will not merry, merry be
Shall never taste of joy
See, see, the Cape's in view
And forward, my bravе boys

[Verse 3]
And a health to every roving tar from England to Shanghai
May thеir plate be loaded full and cup never run dry

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus]
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