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Ye seamen of Columbia
That guard our native seas,
Whose flag has braved, and triumphed in
The battle and the breeze!
Your own good Standard now run up
To match another foe!
And roll to the poll
While the stormy tempests blow;
While the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy tempests blow!

The spirits of your fathers
Are calling you to rise!
Your country's ship thumps on a Bank,
And loud your captain cries!
The shade of gallant Lawrence, men,
Will make each bosom glow;
As you roll to the poll
While Nick Biddle's lawyers blow,
While the battle rages loud and long,
And old Nick's lawyers blow.
Columbia needs no monarch,
No banks along her coast;
She owns no pampered money king,
For freedom is her boast?
For Lawrence, then, blue jackets all,
Against the Bank we'll row,
And they'll roar, on the shore,
When they see Nick puff and blow;
While the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy tempests blow.
The stars and stripes of freedom
Shall yet terriffic float—
Your standard sheet shall stream until
You've sunk Nick Biddle's boat.
Then, then, ye ocean-voters
Our song and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,
When old Nick has ceased to blow
When the Tory cry is heard no more,
And the bank has ceased to blow.