I first heard this song sung by the Padstow born singer Jim Basset, on my first visit to Cornwall for Padstow May Day Celebrations in the early 1960s. I attended the ‘Obby ‘Oss Festival yearly between 1964 and 1969, and Jim and I soon became good friends and often swapped songs. The song, sometimes called the "Padstow Drinking Song", and "Tavistock Goosy Fair", soon became a favourite 'end of the evening' song with the Batley Ale Voice Choir who always finished off the night at Batley Raggers Folk Club in the late 1960s and early 70s.
‘Queen of all the Seven Seas ‘
Elizabeth 1st, Armada portrait, circa 1588.
Whether this fine drinking song is actually an Elizabethan (1558-1603) is not known, but the Queen of all the Seven Seas refers to Queen Elizabeth the First, who augmented her navy with extra boats called Privateers. She enlisted them to help bring piracy under control on the High Seas. The additional boats were privately owned merchant ships, equipped at their own expense, commissioned by the Crown to raid, and capture any enemy governments vessels. Any proceed from the captured ships were then divided between the owners, Captains, and crew, plus a percentage of the takings for the Government.
Elizabeth organised her own branch of Privateers called Sea Dogs, to sail around, and attack the Spanish Fleet. She tended to knight most of the notable ones. Sir John Hawkins, Sir Martin Frobisher, Sir Francis Drake and Sir Walter Raleigh were all Elizabeth’s Sea Dogs.
Pass the Good Old Bumper Round
1. Pass the good old bumper round, and never mind the score,
Drink the good old liquor down and boldly ask for more. .
For he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy,
See, see the Cape's in view and forward my brave boys.
2. Here's a health unto her majesty, and long may she reign,
Queen of all the Seven Seas and the pride of the Spanish Main,
For he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy,
See, see the Cape's in view and forward my brave boys.
3. There's one thing more I'll ask of you before we count the score,
Give to me the girl I love and the key to the cellar door.
For he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy,
See, see the Cape's in view and forward my brave boys.
4. Once more unto her Majesty, and let the toast go round
Confusion to her enemy wherever they are found.
For he who will not merry, merry be; shall never taste of joy,
See, see the Cape's in view and forward my brave boys.