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PARODY
ON WOODMAN SPARE THAT TREE DEDICATED
1st
Oh, Spare that noble ship
Tear not her war worn frame
For on the deep blue wave
She gained a priceless name
Look at her ancient hull
Her trim, her beauteous mould
Do not condemn her yet
For she is not too old.
2d
That same time honoured craft
When war's fierce blast rang round
Mann'd with a daring crew
At danger's post was found
And in her sides received
Full many a fearful shot
If You but think of this
I'm sure you'll harm her not.
3d
When I was quite a boy
Old England's Cannon proud
Swept o'er the azure main
Bidding defiance loud
She was equipp'd for fight
And as the fierce broadsides
Belch's forth upon her foes
She lowered their haughty pride.
4th
Should not our heartstrings cling
Around each rib and plank
And proudly point to her
Who ne'er from danger shrank
Old Ship You still can brave
The battles deaf'ning roar
And prove upon the wave
Your "Ironsides" once
more.
‑‑ Anonymous
December 1843
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