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The Tune is:
Huzza! Old Iron Sides
The
Constitution's glory!
Her crew so bold and brave!
Are
fam'd in brilliant story!
Our rights defend and save.
Who
true to every duty,
For their country's
honor fight;
While
ashore, wealth, fame, and beauty,
Reward them with delight.
Ahoy! brave
boys, superior!
Weigh anchor -- nothing fear,
Our enemy's inferior!
Then fight, for all that's dear.
Wasn't
With stern chase-guns and sweeps;
To
"clear off" -- boys, and quell ye,
While grim Britannia weeps!
By
the noble Constitution,
Was captured la Guerriere;
John
Bull's complete confusion,
Huzza! boys --
nothing fear.
Ahoy! my
lads, superior!
Chaunt Hull's deserving praise,
Your enemy's inferior!
Huzza! for
better days!
Huzzah!
for valiant Bainbridge,
Who on Brazilian coast;
The
pride of
The Constitution's second boast.
Who
after a smart beating,
Gave up to her brave foes;
For
cooling off her heating,
To the bottom snug she goes.
Ahoy! my
boys, superior!
Pass round the flowing can,
Your enemy's inferior!
A prize -- for
every man.
At
the
Two cruisers hove a sight;
Our
Captain made the motion,
My boys! 'tis
time to fight?
Now
let us prove the spirit,
And show Britannia's boys;
That
Yankees make a merit,
That two to one are toys.
Ahoy! my
tars superior!
Our thunders shall proclaim,
Our enemy's inferior!
Huzza! for
Naval Fame.
We
came into an action,
Two ships along side ride,
Our
bull dogs told by fraction,
From honest Iron-side.
Our
lads they cry'd with spirit;
We'll give you balls -- by heart!
Shall
prove to yoou the merit,
Of Commodore Stewart.
Ahoy! my
boys, superior!
Three cheers -- give every man;
Our enemy's inferior!
We'll beat them two to one.
After
fifty minutes fighting,
They both "gave up the
ship,"
"Old
Iron-side" was riding,
Had scarcely lost a
chip.
While
the sloops
In less than in an hour;
Acknowledged on the
Ahoy! brave
lads, superior!
True honor now invites,
Your enemy's inferior!
"Free
trade and sailors' rights."
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