THE ordnance a-board,
Such joys does afford,
As no mortal, no mortal, no mortal,
No mortal e’er more can desire:
Each member repairs,
From the tower to the stairs,
And by water whush, and by water whush,
By water they all go to fire.
Of each piece that’s a-shore,
They search from the bore;
And to proving, to proving, to proving,
To proving they go in fair weather:
Their glasses are large,
And whene’er they discharge,
There’s a boo huzza, a boo huzza, a boo huzza,
Guns and bumpers go off together.
Old Vulcan for Mars,
Fitted tools for his wars,
To enable him, enable him, enable him,
Enable him to conquer the faster:
But Mars, had he been
Upon our Woolwich green,
To have heard boo huzza, boo huzza, boo huzza,
He’d have own’d great Marlborough his master.