David Garrick

Hearts of oak are our ships,
Gallant tars are our men.

Hearts of oak are our ships,
Gallant tars are our men.

Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.

Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.

Caused by a dearth of scandal should the vapors
Distress our fair ones--let them read the prayers.

Caused by a dearth of scandal should the vapors
Distress our fair ones--let them read the prayers.

Prologues like compliments are loss of time;
'Tis penning bows and making legs in rhyme.

Prologues like compliments are loss of time;
'Tis penning bows and making legs in rhyme.

Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose course is run.

Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose course is run.