trad.

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

  For ‘tis he who will not merry, merry be
  Shall never taste of joy
  See, see, the cape's in view
  And forward, my brave boys,

Here's health unto her majesty
And long may she reign
Queen of all the seven seas
And pride of the Spanish main.

Theres one thing more I'll ask of you
Before l count the score:
Give to me the girl I love
And the key to the cellar door.

Once more unto her majesty
Then let the toast go 'round
Confusion to her enemies
Wherever they are found.