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Maine Lumberjacks 147
6 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 tri'd,
Along the Moorish shore, Again o'er the main, When Columbia's thunders roar, Shall prove its Yankee spirit true, When Columbia's thunders roar.
7 Hence be our floating bulwarks
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.