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“Rule Britannia (Drunkard Version)” from Assassin’s Creed Syndicate

First at Heaven’s command
Arose from out the azure main
Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main 

This was the charter,
The charter of the land, 
And guardian angels sing this song:

‘Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves:
‘Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.’

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Never, never, never shall be slaves!

“The Bay of Biscay, O!” by Andrew Cherry

Loud roared the dreadful thunder,
The rain a deluge showers,
The clouds were rent asunder
By lightning’s vivid powers,
The night both drear and dark,
Our poor deluded bark

There she lay

till next day 
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

Now dashed upon the billow,
Our opening timbers creak,
Each fears a watery pillow,
None stop the dreadful leak!
There to cling to slippery shrouds,
Each breathless seaman crowds,
As she lay till the day
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

At length, the wished-for morrow
Broke through the hazy sky,
Absorbed in silent sorrow,
Each heaved a bitter sigh;
The dismal wreck to view,
Struck horror to the crew,
As she lay, on that day,
On the Bay of Biscay, O!

Her yielding timbers sever,
Her pitchy seams are rent,
When Heaven, all-bounteous ever,
Its boundless mercy sent.
A sail in sight appears;
We hail her with three cheers!
Now we sail, with the gale,
From the Bay of Biscay, O!

“Limerick Race” (lyrics from Traditional Music)

I’m a simple Irish lass, I’ve resolved to see some fun, sirs,
So to satisfy my mind, to Limerick town I come, sir;
Mother, what a perfect place, and what a charming city,
Where the boys are all so free, and the girls are all so pretty!

Musha ring a ding a da, ri too ral laddy, Oh!
Musha ring a ding a da, ri too ral laddy, Oh!

It was on the first of May, when I began me rambles,
When everything was there, both jaunting car and gambols;
I looked along the road, what was lined with smiling faces,
All driving off ding-a-dong to go and see the races.

Musha ring a ding a da, ri too ral laddy, Oh!
Musha ring a ding a da, ri too ral laddy, Oh!

So then I was resolved to go and see the race, sir.
And on a coach and four neatly took my place, sir;
When a chap bawls out: ‘Behind I’ and the coachman dealt a blow, sir;
Faith he pit me just as fair as if his eyes were in his poll, sir.

Musha ring a ding a da, ri too ral laddy, Oh!
Musha ring a ding a da, a too ral laddy, Oh!