"All hands for boarding!" 1 now he cried. Come, bear a hand, my gallant boys,- Like lions then we rush'd aboard, And in about three minutes' time 2 Their captain and lieutenant, As his chief mourners were. Have courage, all brave British tars, But put the can of grog about, And all his valiant crew, Who beat the bold Americans And brought their courage to. ANONYMOUS. 1 THE YANKEE MAN-O'-WAR.3 (Air: The Ranger.) 'Tis of a gallant Yankee ship That flew the stars and stripes, And the breeze o' wind due nor'-nor'-west, That still in winter pipes; "Follow me who can," were his words. 2 The Chesapeake had sixty-one men killed, including most of her officers, and eighty-five wounded; the British loss was thirty-three killed and fifty wounded. 3 A traditional ballad. With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, She hugg'd up to the gale, As one autumn night we raised the light On the Head of old Kinsale. It was a fine and cloudless night, And the breeze held steady and strong, As gaily over the heaving deep Our good ship bowl'd along; With the foaming crash beneath her bows There was no talk of short'ning sail Then under the tug of her flying jib, And the creak of tackle told the strain But he only laughed as he glanced astern The flood-tide met in the channel waves, The spreading robes our good ship wore "Loose out your light sails fast! And royals and topgallant-sails Were quickly on each mast. What loom'd upon our starboard bow? For by her mighty press of sail, And by our consorts four, We saw our morning visitor Was a British man-o'-war. Up spake our noble Cap'n then, "Drop helm! Out booms!" our skipper cried, And the smartest keel that e'er was launched And amidst a murderous hail of shot, Down the North Channel Paul Jones tore on ANONYMOUS. There was a laughing devil in his sneer; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, He left a Corsair's name to other times, In pestilential barks they cross'd the flood; We'll run a cargo of silk, yo-ho! New York Publi Washingtonforga CIRCULATION DEPARA OLD SONG. |