Full Lyrics
Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come,
(Captain, art thou sleeping there below?),
Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum,
And dreaming all the time of Plymouth Hoe.
Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Sound,
Call him when ye sail to meet the foe;
Where the old trade's plying and the old flag flying,
They shall find him, ware and waking, as they found him long ago.
