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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Old Ironsides

COME, Yankee lads, your flag unfold

And while the breeze she rides,

Huzza for Captain Stewart bold,

And his tough Old Ironsides.

The tough Old Ironsides, my boys,

He steer’d o’er the stormy wave,

And gave unto the haughty foe

A drubbing or a grave.

Come, Yankee tars, your flag unfold,

And while the breeze she rides,

Huzza for Captain Stewart bold,

And his tough Old Ironsides.

From north to south he roved the sea,

To lay oppression low,

And gave the sons of Tripoli

A freeman’s vengeful blow.

And now on board the ship of state

His gallant form we see,

Should she a new commander need,

There’s none more fit than he.
Then, Yankee lads, &c.