BAINBRIDGE'S VICTORY
or Huzza for the Constitution, Once More!
Engagement between the
When
our good Constitution was last moor'd in port,
After
having a round of American sport;
After
shewing the British we never knew fear,
And
dispatching to Davy, proud Madam Guerriere,
Our cans with good liquor were flowing quite
full,
And we toss'd off a health to the brave
Captain Hull.
We
sung and we frolick'd with humor and glee,
Our
Money we spent like true lads of the sea;
And
when we were tir'd of rambling on shore,
We
merrily went to the ocean for more.
Our cans with good liquor were flowing quite
full,
And we toss'd off a health to the brave
Captain Hull.
Our
captain so brave to another gave place,
And
Bainbridge the noble, now join'd in the chace,
As
gallant a hero as e'er took his turn,
Or
stepp'd on our frigate between stem and stern.
So our cans with good liquor were flowing
quite full,
And we toss'd off a health unto Bainbridge
and
Now
sailing the ocean we heard of the fray,
Which
the Wasp and the Frolic box'd out 'tother day,
While
full peals of joy round our Frigate now rang,
And
the praise of the heroes each jolly tar sang.
So our cans with good liquor were flowing
quite dull,
and a health we toss'd off to brave Jones
and brave
Not
many days pass'd ere further good news,
Come
whistling thro' port‑holes to true yankee blues,
For
we heard that Decatur, the noble and brave,
Had
the famed Macedonian beat on the wave.
So our cans with good liquor were flowing
quite full
And we toss'd off to Jones and
And
now it was thought by each jolly bold heart,
That
'teas time for our Frigate to play the next part,
So
be sure while we travers'd the ocean about,
The
men at mast‑head kept the sharpest look‑out.
So our cans we tossed off with liquor quite
dull,
To Bainbridge, and Jones, and
At
length through the wave as she plow'd in her pride,
The
Java our seamen exultantly spied,
And
as usual, all strangers to cowardly fear,
To
the brazen‑fac'd huzzy, we quickly drew near.
So our cans, &c, as last above.
And
now did our bull‑dogs most merrily bark,
Sure
Miss Java ne'er met such a deuced rough spark,
For
we tore her fine rigging, and cut up her dress,
Till
she'd not a spar standing her carcase to bless.
So our cans, &c, as last above.
Now the battle was done, and she wished for no
more,
Her
decks were all cover'd with corpses and gore,
So
their red‑cross the Britons were glad to haul down,
And
to yield to
So our cans, &c, as last above.
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Anonymous
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