Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/I'll give the Land we live in

I'll Give the Land We Live In.

The sparkling liquor fills the glass, And briskly round the board it goes,We toast in turn each favourite lass, And drink confusion to our foes:—While each in turn, the catch, the glee, The song, the toast, is given;And ever, as it comes to me, I'll give the land we live in.   Then, all arise, and join in the glee,  With a loud huzza, and three times three;  Huzza! I'll give the land we live in,  I'll give the land we live in.

Our captain always gives the king, His bosom, glows with loyal flame;While all the deck in praises sing Of valiant Smith and Nelson's name.God bless the land of liberty! The song, the toast is given;And ever as it comes to me, I'll give the land we live in.          Then all arise, &c.

Some folks may envy foreign parts, And wish to gain a distant shore;But let them go with all our hearts, We shall be plagued with them no more.God bless the land of liberty! The song, the toast is given;And ever as it comes to me, I'll give the land we live in.  Then all arise, and join in the glee,  With a loud huzza, and three times three;  Huzza! I'll give the land we live in,  The glorious land we live in.