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Traditional
  1. Come all ye jolly Sailors bold,
    Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould
    While English glory I unfold -
    Hurra! for the Arethusa.
    She is a frigate tight and brave,
    As ever stemm'd the dashing wave,
    Her men are staunch to their fav'rite launch
    And when the foe shall meet our fire,
    Sooner than strike we'll all expire,
    On board of the Arethusa.
  2. 'Twas with the spring fleet she went out
    The English Channel to cruise about,
    When four French sail, in show so stout,
    Bore down on the Arethusa.
    The fam'd Belle Poule straight ahead did lie
    The Arethusa seem’d to fly,
    Not a sheet or a tack or a brace did she slack
    Tho' the Frenchmen laugh' d and thought it stuff
    But they knew not the handful of men, so tough
    On board of the Arethusa.
  3. On deck five hundred men did dance,
    The stoutest they could find in France:
    We with two hundred did advance,
    On board of the Arethusa.
    Our Captain hail'd the Frenchman, ho!
    The Frenchman then cried out, hallo!
    "Bear down, d'ye see, to our Admiral's lee"
    “No, no", said the Frenchman "That can't be”
    "Then I must lug you along with me,"
    Says the saucy Arethusa.
  4. The fight was off the Frenchman's land,
    We drove them back upon their strand,
    For we fought till not a stick would stand.
    Of the gallant Arethusa.
    And now we've driven the foe ashore,
    Never to fight with Britons more,
    Let each fill a glass to his fav'rite lass.
    A health to the Captain and officers true,
    And all that belong to the jolly crew
    On board of the Arethusa.

From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah