When the Albion first from the dock-yard sprang forth,
While the whisky was streaming around,
The spectators all deem'd her a vessel of worth,
Whose equal would scarcely be found,
Whose equal would scarcely be found.

From the Lion in front while porpoises run, [Note 705.1]
To the edge of the banks in dismay,
Or heave their broad backs to the light of the sun,
We admire their unwieldy array,
We admire their unwieldy array,

Yet where on the Clyde would we find better cheer?
On our journey we pass at our ease;
The Captain is skilful: the Steward¹ is here,
And has all things in order to please,
And has all things in order to please.

And as Albion is known thro' the nations around,
The foremost of islands to be,
So long may its namesake - in sailing be found,
'Mong the first that skim over the sea,
'Mong the first that skim over the sea,