Lyrics Pass Around The Grog - The Fisherman's Friends

Pass around the grog me boys, and never mind the storm
Drink the good old liquor down, and then we'll call for more

For to see who will not merry, merry be, shall never taste of joy
Sing sing, the cape's in view and forward my brave boys

Here's a health unto her majesty and long may she reign
She's the queen of the seven seas and the pride of the Spanish main

For to see who will not merry, merry be, shall never taste of joy
Sing sing, the cape's in view and forward my brave boys

Never drunk, shall he be called who falls down on the floor
Only to rise up again and boldly ask for more

For to see who will not merry, merry be, shall never taste of joy
Sing sing, the cape's in view and forward my brave boys

There's one thing more I'll ask of you, before we call for more
Bring to me the maid I love and the key to the cellar door

For to see who will not merry, merry be, shall never taste of joy
Sing sing, the cape's in view and forward my brave boys