THE SIEGE OF TRIPOLI

Arise, arise, Columbia's sons arise,

And join in shouts of the patriotic throng,

Arise, arise, Columbia's sons arise,

Columbia's bright genius victory proclaiming,

Flies through the world, her rights and deeds maintaining.

And the siege of Tripoli,

Recorded it shall be,

And the siege of Tripoli,

Recorded it shall be,

And Decatur's, brave Decatur's name, remember'd with joy.

Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza boys,

Mars guards for us what we did independent gain,

Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza boys,

Columbia still, Columbia sails the main.

Haughty and proud the tawny sons of Tripoli,

Had long been a pest to our independent sailing,

And vainly they thought their conquest would be bourne,

In harmony triumphant o'er the main,

But Decatur soon taught them, 'midst all their peals of thunder,

To Columbia's flag it was their duty to knock under,

And their frigate in a flame,

Gave a glory to his name,

And laurels grac'd the bosoms of Columbia's fair,

Huzza, huzza, huzza, etc.

In Congress, with joy met the guardian's of our rights,

Determined to give to merit its renown,

And surrounded their brows which each hardy tar requites,

With fair freedom's wreaths and a fam'd laurel crown,

And the loud trump of fame o`er earth and ocean sounding,

With Barron, Talbot, Preble, and Decatur's name resounding,

And the siege of Tripoli,

Recorded it shall be,

And freedom's loving choirs shall sing the glory of the day,

Huzza, huzza, huzza, etc.

Arise, arise, ye sprightly sons of mirth,

And receive your protectors with open arms returning,

And view the spoils they with their blood have bought,

Columbia's flag high waving in the air,

And the American seamen hence forward shall be pen'd,

A terror to his foe, and an honor to his friends,

From the scourge of Tripoli,

Our children shall be free.

And millions yet unborn shall rejoice in our fame.

Huzza, huzza, huzza, etc.

‑‑ Anonymous

The Captain’s Clerk
1989, TGM