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And o'er her mizzen peak she floats the glorious stripes and stars.

Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave
Over the Union, the home of the brave.
Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave,
God bless America, the home of the brave !

A challenge unto Captain Semmes, bold Winslow he did

send ! “Bring on your Alabama, and to her we will attend,

For we think your boasting privateer

Is not so hard to whip ; And we'll show you that the Kearsarge is not a merchant ship.”

Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave
Over the Union, the home of the brave.
Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave,
God bless America, the home of the brave !

It was early Sunday morning, in the year of sixty-four,
The Alabama she stood out and cannons loud did roar;
The Kearsarge stood undaunted, and quickly she replied
And let a Yankee 'leven-inch shell go tearing through
her side.

Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave
Over the Union, the home of the brave.
Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave,
God bless America, the home of the bravę!

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The Kearsarge then she wore around and broadside on

did bear, With shot and shell and right good-will, her timbers she

did tear ; When the found that they were sinking, down came

the stars and bars, For the rebel gunners could not stand the glorious stripes and stars.

Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave
Over the Union, the home of the brave!
Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave,
God bless America, the home of the brave!

The Alabama she is gone, she 'll cruise the seas no more, She met the fate she well deserved along the French

man's shore; Then here is luck to the Kearsarge we know wiat she

can do, Likewise to Captain Winslow and his brave and gallant

crew.

Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave
Over the Union, the home of the brave !
Hoist

up the flag, and long may it wave,
God bless America, the home of the brave !

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"HREE days through sapphire seas we sailed,

The steady Trade blew strong and free,
The Northern Light his banners paled,
The Ocean Stream our channels wet,

We rounded low Canaveral's lee,
And passed the isles of enierald set

In blue Bahama's turquoise sea.

By reef and shoal obscurely mapped,

And hauntings of the gray sea-wolf, The palmy Western Key lay lapped

In the warm washing of the Gulf.

But weary to the hearts of all

The burning glare, the barren reach

Of Santa Rosa's withered beach, And Pensacola's ruined wall.

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And weary was the long patrol,

The thousand miles of shapeless strand, From Brazos to San Blas that roll

Their drifting dunes of desert sand.

Yet coastwise as we cruised or lay,

The land-breeze still at nightfall bore, By beach and fortress-guarded bay,

Sweet odors from the enemy's shore,

Fresh from the forest solitudes,

Unchallenged of his sentry lines,-
The bursting of his cypress buds,
And the warm fragrance of his pines.

Ah, never braver bark and crew,

Nor bolder Flag a foe to dare, Had left a wake on ocean blue

Since Lion-Heart sailed Trenc-le-mer!

But little gain by that dark ground

Was ours, save, sometime, freer breath For friend or brother strangely found,

'Scaped from the drear domain of death.

And little venture for the bold,

Or laurel for our valiant Chief,

Save some blockaded British thief, Full fraught with murder in his hold,

Caught unawares at ebb or flood,

Or dull bombardment, day by day,

With fort and earthwork, far away, Low couched in sullen leagues of mud.

A weary time,—but to the strong

The day at last, as ever, came; And the volcano, laid so long,

Leaped forth in thunder and in flame!

Man your starboard battery !
Kimberly shouted ;-
The ship, with her hearts of oak,
Was going, 'mid roar and smoke,
On to victory;
None of us doubted,
No, not our dying-
Farragut's Flag was flying !

Gaines growled low on our left,
Morgan roared on our right;
Before us, gloomy and fell,
With breath like the fume of hell,
Lay the dragon of iron shell,
Driven at last to the fight !

Ha, old ship! do they thrill,
The brave two hundred scars
You got in the River-Wars?

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