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