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CONSTITUTION AND GUERRIERE.
Hark! 'twas the trumpet of victory sounded!
Welcome the strain to a freeman so dear;
See, with a halo of glory surrounded,
Hull, our first hero, in triumph appear!
Vainly the foeman his prowess had vaunted,
Proudly deriding our infantile fleet;
Hull met the boaster with courage undaunted,
Dacres as resolute scorned to retreat.
Short was the dreadful fray
On that eventful day,
Freedom's proud eagle still hovered on high;
Bright gleamed the crosslet too,
While fierce the volleys flew,
Shaking the ocean and rending the sky.
Welcome the strain to a freeman so dear;
See, with a halo of glory surrounded,
Hull, our first hero, in triumph appear!
Vainly the foeman his prowess had vaunted,
Proudly deriding our infantile fleet;
Hull met the boaster with courage undaunted,
Dacres as resolute scorned to retreat.
Short was the dreadful fray
On that eventful day,
Freedom's proud eagle still hovered on high;
Bright gleamed the crosslet too,
While fierce the volleys flew,
Shaking the ocean and rending the sky.
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Short was the contest, but dreadful the slaughter,
Long shall Britannia lament for her tars.
Death held his carnival on the deep water,
Scattered with carnage and fragments of spars,
Still like a tempest the bold Constitution
Deluged the former with ruin and blood;
Whelmed the proud warrior in horrid confusion,
Till she lay, sparless, a log on the flood.
Still she prolonged the fray
On that destructive day,
Still Freedom's banner was waving on high;
Low gleamed the cross in view,
While fierce the volleys flew,
Shaking the ocean and rending the sky.
Long shall Britannia lament for her tars.
Death held his carnival on the deep water,
Scattered with carnage and fragments of spars,
Still like a tempest the bold Constitution
Deluged the former with ruin and blood;
Whelmed the proud warrior in horrid confusion,
Till she lay, sparless, a log on the flood.
Still she prolonged the fray
On that destructive day,
Still Freedom's banner was waving on high;
Low gleamed the cross in view,
While fierce the volleys flew,
Shaking the ocean and rending the sky.
Short was the contest—the warrior surrendered,
Covered with carnage and streaming with gore;
Tenderest aid to the wounded rendered,
Foemen once vanquished are foemen no more.
Hail, then, the hero, who, covered with glory,
Humbled the pride of our arrogant foe;
Long may his name be emblazoned in story,
Long may his laurels continue to grow.
Then shout aloud his name,
And loud the deed proclaim—
Hull taught Britannia's red cross to descend;
Hull led the glorious way—
Hull fought and won the day,
Victory crowns him, and freemen commend.
Covered with carnage and streaming with gore;
Tenderest aid to the wounded rendered,
Foemen once vanquished are foemen no more.
Hail, then, the hero, who, covered with glory,
Humbled the pride of our arrogant foe;
Long may his name be emblazoned in story,
Long may his laurels continue to grow.
Then shout aloud his name,
And loud the deed proclaim—
Hull taught Britannia's red cross to descend;
Hull led the glorious way—
Hull fought and won the day,
Victory crowns him, and freemen commend.
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