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Pass around the grog, me boys, and never mind the storm
Drink the good ol’ liquor down until we 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 a health unto her Majesty, and long on may she reign
She’s the queen of the seven seas and the pride of the Spanish main
Never drunk shall he be called who falls down on the floor
Only to rise up again and boldly ask for more
Theres one more thing I ask of you before we call for more
Bring to me the maid I love and the key to the cellar door
Pass around the grog, me boys, and never mind the storm
Drink the good ol’ liquor down until we 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