Pass the good old bumper round
And never count the score
Drink the good ol' liquor down
And boldly ask for more

For to see who will not merry merry be
Shall never taste of joy
See, see the Cape’s in view 
and forward my brave boy

Here’s a health unto her majesty
and long may she reign
Queen of all the seven seas
and the pride of the Spanish Main

For to see who will not merry merry be
Shall never taste of joy
See, see the Cape’s in view 
and forward my brave boy

But one thing more I’ll ask of you
before you count the score
Bring to me the girl I love
and the key to the cellar door

For to see who will not merry merry be
Shall never taste of joy
See, see the Cape’s in view 
and forward my brave boy

Once more unto her majesty
then let the toast go round
Confusion to her enemies
wherever they are found

For to see who will not merry merry be
Shall never taste of joy
See, see the Cape’s in view 
and forward my brave boy