When the vessel is lanch'd,
And with whisky is drench'd
(as the custom with every Scotch bark is,)
She so stately appear'd,
When the flag was uprear'd,
That her name is from Bute's noble Marquis.
Chorus: God speed to the lads of the Marquis,
Where each true to his portion of wark is;
By the furniture neat
In the cabins complete
Like a palace afloat seems the Marquis.
When the weather is fine,
Ere the morning sun shine,
When conceal'd in the clouds the sky-lark is,
We'll arise in great haste,
Summer's pleasure to taste
As we fly down the Clyde in the Marquis