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NAVAL VICTORY
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Come
all ye hardy Sailors, and join me in my song,
For
to bestow the praise unto those whom praise belong;
Come fill your bumper, drink a toast,
For our brave tars,
Who are our shield, who guard our coast,
As true Yankee boys.
The
Constitution's crew their valor twice have shown,
The
proud Guerriere and Java, to old Davy they have blown;
In the British Navy are but few,
Can stand against so brave a crew,
Their valor they know how to shew,
As true Yankee boys.
On
December 29th, with the Java we fell in,
When
orders soon were given, clear ship and haul the wind,
All hands to quarters, rudder a‑lee,
Reef topsail and take in storm‑sail,
The Boatswain's whistle call' to the fray,
Each true Yankee boy.
Only
in one short hour, and fifty‑five minutes,
The
Java and her crew gave up with us disputes,
Her scuppers ran with British blood,
As if it was a purple flood,
We real Yankee tricks them show'd,
As true Yankee boys.
But
nine of our true brethren, here found a wat‑ry grave, And twenty‑five
were wounded, whose lives we hope to save;
Our wish for them shall reach the sky,
That they again with us may try,
The British Navy to annoy,
As true Yankee boys.
About
two hundred British, must pay for this affray,
Who curse the brave Yankees that made so
hot a day;
And give us but another chance,
We'll learn them Yankee Doodle dance,
Just as brave Truxton [sic] he did
With true Yankee boys.
Give
us our brave Commanders, we'll show it to John Bull,
That
he wants 74's, to stand Bainbridge and
Each officer on board his due,
And so to all our Yankee crew,
Who British seamen can subdue,
As true Yankee boys.
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