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THE OLD CONSTITUTION THE
PRIDE OF OUR NAVY
Words
by Geo. W. Babcock ~ Music
by Kiell Baryaykoy
The
voice of Freedom speaks thy fame,
Thou Monarch of the Seas!
On
Freedom's heart shall be engrav'd
Thy glorious victories.
Thy
sacred flag has proudly wav'd mid storms and tempest dire ;
Thy
mighty[?] Bulwarks nobly braved Proud British iron
Fire.
Ride
on in thy proud majesty
Old
Thy
voice of thunder shook his throne
and made bold
tyrants cower.
Ride
on triumphant o'er the main,
And
nail thy colours to the mast Whatever
may betide. Thine honor'd time-worn shattered frame
Should feel no ruthless hand,
But
ever may thy hulk remain
The pride of Freedom's
land.
'Tis better that thy home should be
Upon
the mountain wave,
Where
lightnings flash and tempest howl,
There, there should be thy grave;
Then
roam away o'er the watery deep
E'er may thy
course be free,
Be
thou the harbinger to all
Of Right and
Of Right and
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