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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Oft-times it has been told How the British seamen bold . Could flog the tars of France So neat and handy, oh!
And they never found their match Till the Yankees did 'em catch— Oh, the Yankee boys, for fighting Are the dandy, oh!
The Guerriere, a frigate bold, On the foamy ocean rolled, Commanded by proud Dacres— The grandee, oh!
With as choice a British crew As a rammer ever drew— They could flog the Frenchmen Two to one, so handy, oh!
When the Constitution hove in view, Says proud Dacres to his crew, "Come, clear the ship for action, And be handy, oh!
"To the weather gage now get her, And to make our men fight better, Give them to drink gunpowder, Mixed with brandy, oh!"
Now, the British shot flew hot, Which the Yankees answered not, Till they got within the distance They called handy, oh!