High on the giddy bending mast
The seaman furls the rending sail,
And, fearless of the rushing blast,
He careless whistles to the gale.
Rattling ropes and rolling seas,
Hurlyburly, hurlyburly,
War nor death can him displease.
The hostile foe his vessel seeks,
High bounding o'er the raging main,
The roaring cannon loudly speaks,
'Tis Britain's glory we maintain.
Rattling ropes and rolling seas,
Hurlyburly, hurlyburly,
War nor death can him displease.