Yankee Thunders.

BRITANNIA'S gallant streamers

Float proudly o'er the tide,
And fairly wave Columbia's stripes,
In battle side by side.

And ne'er did bolder seamen meet,
Where ocean's surges pour;
O'er the tide now they ride,

While the bell'wing thunders roar, While the cannon's fire is flashing fast, And the bell'wing thunders roar.

When Yankee meets the Briton,
Whose blood congenial flows,
By Heav'n created to be friends,
By fortune rendered foes;
Hard then must be the battle fray,

Ere well the fight is o'er;

Now they ride, side by side,

While the bell'wing thunders roar, While her cannon's fire is flashing fast, And the bell'wing thunders roar.

Still, still, for noble England
Bold D'Acres's streamers fly;

YANKEE THUNDERS.

And for Columbia, gallant Hull's
As proudly and as high;
Now louder rings the battle din,
And thick the volumes pour;
Still they ride, side by side,

While the bell'wing thunders roar, While the cannon's fire is flashing fast, And the bell'wing thunders roar.

Why lulls Britannia's thunder,
That waked the wat'ry war?
Why stays the gallant Guerrière,
Whose streamers waved so fair?
That streamer drinks the ocean's wave,
That warrior's fight is o'er!

Still they ride, side by side,

While the bell'wing thunders roar, While the cannon's fire is flashing fast, And the bell'wing thunders roar.

Hark! 'tis the Briton's lee gun!

Ne'er bolder warrior kneeled!

And ne'er to gallant mariners
Did braver seamen yield.

Proud be the sires, whose hardy boys
Then fell to fight no more;

With the brave, 'mid the wave,

When the cannon's thunders roar, Their spirits then shall trim the blast, And swell the thunder's roar.

Vain were the cheers of Britons,
Their hearts did vainly swell,
Where virtue, skill, and bravery
With gallant Morris fell.
That heart so well in battle tried,
Along the Moorish shore,
And again o'er the main,

When Columbia's thunders roar,
Shall prove its Yankee spirit true,
When Columbia's thunders roar.

Hence be our floating bulwark
Those oaks our mountains yield;
'Tis mighty Heaven's plain decree,
Then take the wat❜ry field!
To ocean's farthest barrier then
Your whit'ning sail shall pour;

Safe they'll ride o'er the tide,

While Columbia's thunders roar,

While her cannon's fire is flashing fast, And her Yankee thunders roar.

1813.

OUR NAVY.

Our Maby.

N wings of glory, swift as light,

ΟΝ

The sound of battle came,

The gallant Hull in glorious fight
Has won the wreaths of fame.

CHORUS.

Let brave Columbia's noble band
With hearts united rise,
Swear to protect their native land
Till sacred freedom dies.

Let brave Decatur's dauntless breast
With patriot ardor glow,

And in the garb of vict❜ry drest
Triumphant blast the foe. - CHO.

And Rogers with his gallant crew
O'er the wide ocean ride,

To prove their loyal spirits true,

And crush old Albion's pride. — CHO.

Then hail another Guerrière there,
With roaring broadsides hail;
And while the thunder rends the air
See Briton's sons turn pale. - CHO.

"The day is ours, my boys, huzza!” The great commander cries, While all responsive roar huzza!

With pleasure-sparkling eyes. - CHO.

Thus shall Columbia's fame be spread,
Her heaven-born eagle soar;

Her deeds of glory shall be read
When tyrants are no more. - CHO.

1813.