Текст песни Padstow Drinking Song - The Longest Johns

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 ever 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 rovin' 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