Pass around the grog, me boys and never mind the score, Drink the good old liquor down before we call 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 our majesty, and long may she reign, Queen of all the seven seas and the pride of the Spanish main. There's one more thing I'll ask of you, before you call for more, Give to me the girl I love and the key to the cellar door.