THE FRIGATE CONSTITUTION
(Sung before the
corporation of the City of
Argo
of Greece, that brought the fleece to the Thessalian city,
As
we are told by bards of old, was sung in many a ditty;
But
Yankees claim a prouder name to spur their resolution,
Then
When
first she press'd the stream's cool breast, hope hail'd her pride of story;
Now
she o'erpays hope's flatt'ring praise, by matchless deeds of glory;
Of
all that roam the salt sea's foam, none floats to
Or
fairer shines in fame's bright lines, or more makes
'Neath
Upon
a day, as log‑books say, a fleet bore down to thwack her;
A
fleet, you know, is odds or so, against a single ship, sirs;
So
cross the tide, her legs she tried, and gave the rogues the slip, sirs.
But
time flies round, and soon she found, while ploughing ocean's acres,
And
even chance to join the dance, and turn keel up, poor Dacres;
Dacres,
'tis clear, despises fear, quite full of fun and prank is.
Hoists
his ship's name, in playful game, aloft to scare the Yankees.
On
Neat
hammocks gave, made of the wave, dear Britons to be wrapp'd in;
For
there, in ire, 'midst smoke and fire, her boys the Java met, sirs,
And
in the fray, her Yankee play, tipp'd Bull a somerset, sirs.
Next
on her deck, at Fortune's beck, the dauntless Stewart landed;
A
better tar ne'er shone in war, or daring souls commanded;
Old
Ironsides, now once more rides, in search of English
cruisers;
And
Then
raise amain, the joyful strain, for well she has deserv'd it,
Who
brought the foe so often low, cheer'd freedom's heart and nerv'd it;
Long
may she ride, our navy's pride, and spur to resolution;
And
seamen boast, and landsmen toast the Frigate Constitution.
‑‑
Francis Arden, Esq.
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