William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Seamen of ColumbiaY
Who guard our nation’s rights,
Whose deeds deserve eternal fame,
In four successive fights;
O try your matchless skill again,
Subdue your ancient foe,
As they roar on your shore,
Where the stormy tempests blow.
Who groan beneath the yoke,
Shall join to aid your labours
When you their chains have broke,
Nor shall they e’er be press’d again,
To serve your ancient foe,
As they roar on your shore,
Where the stormy tempests blow.
Along the stormy coast,
Her gallant seamen are her walls,
The country’s pride and boast;
There’s Hull, Decatur, Porter, Jones,
And a long list beside,
Who will sweep o’er the deep,
And in fearless triumph ride.
That waved a thousand years,
Is stripp’d of its proud laurels,
Which on our flag appears;
Our tars have crown’d the eagle,
And the stripes have lash’d the foe,
As they sweep o’er the deep,
Where the stormy tempests blow.