And o'er her mizzen peak she floats the glorious stripes and stars. Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave 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 God bless America, the home of the brave! It was early Sunday morning, in the year of sixty-four, Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave 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 they 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 The Alabama she is gone, she 'll cruise the seas no more, She met the fate she well deserved along the Frenchman's shore; Then here is luck to the Kearsarge we know what she can do, Likewise to Captain Winslow and his brave and gallant crew. Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave HREE days through sapphire seas we sailed, THRE 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 emerald set In blue Bahama's turquoise sea. By reef and shoal obscurely mapped, But weary to the hearts of all The burning glare, the barren reach Of Santa Rosa's withered beach, And Pensacola's ruined wall. 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, Fresh from the forest solitudes, Unchallenged of his sentry lines,— Ah, never braver bark and crew, 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, Caught unawares at ebb or flood, A weary time,-but to the strong 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, None of us doubted, No, not our dying Farragut's Flag was flying! Gaines growled low on our left, Before us, gloomy and fell, With breath like the fume of hell, Ha, old ship! do they thrill, |