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WASP AND FROLIC.
Awake the bugle's martial voice,
In loud triumphant strain;
Columbia's sons again rejoice
For victory on the main!
Another chieftain of our choice—
The brave intrepid Jones,
Claims our lays,
To his praise
We wake the clarion's tones.
In loud triumphant strain;
Columbia's sons again rejoice
For victory on the main!
Another chieftain of our choice—
The brave intrepid Jones,
Claims our lays,
To his praise
We wake the clarion's tones.
Indignant at the wrongs we bore,
From British pride and hate,
He, fearless, left Columbia's shore,
To try the battle's fate;
And soon the cannon's mingled roar
Announced the foe engaged—
Side by side,
On the tide,
The dreadful fight they waged.
From British pride and hate,
He, fearless, left Columbia's shore,
To try the battle's fate;
And soon the cannon's mingled roar
Announced the foe engaged—
Side by side,
On the tide,
The dreadful fight they waged.
The horrid din of battle swelled,
As o'er the watery field,
An equal course the vessels held,
Resolving ne'er to yield.
Attempts at boarding still repulsed,
And still the fire was poured;
Bright it broke,
Through the smoke,
While loud the cannons roared.
As o'er the watery field,
An equal course the vessels held,
Resolving ne'er to yield.
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And still the fire was poured;
Bright it broke,
Through the smoke,
While loud the cannons roared.
The vessels close—and hark! the crash
That rends their groaning planks;
The foeman's fire has ceased to flash,
For death has thinned his ranks;
And naught availed his valor rash,
He yields to gallant Jones—
To whose praise
Wake our lays
In victory's richest tones.
That rends their groaning planks;
The foeman's fire has ceased to flash,
For death has thinned his ranks;
And naught availed his valor rash,
He yields to gallant Jones—
To whose praise
Wake our lays
In victory's richest tones.
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