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 It was early Sunday morning, in the year of sixty-four, Hoist up the flag, and long may it wave kearsage and Alabama 169 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 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 up the flag, and long may it wave, T 1 "HREE days through sapphire seas we sailed, The steady Trade blew strong and free, We rounded low Canaveral's lee, 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. Tbe Bay Fight 171 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,- 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 !” Gaines growled low on our left, Ha, old ship! do they thrill, |