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Emblazoned there a Golden Harp like a maiden undefined, A shamrock wreath around her head, looked o'er the
sea and smiled. A hundred days, with adverse wind, we kept our course
afar, On the hundredth day came bearing down a British
sloop of war. When they spied our flag they fired a gun, but as they
neared us fast, Old Andrew Jackson went aloft and nailed it to the
mast —
To the mast! A soldier was old Jackson, and he made our colors
fast. |
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Patrick Henry was our captain, as brave as ever sailed. " Now we must do or die," said he, " for the Green
Flag is nailed." Silently came the sloop along; and silently we lay Flat, till with cheers and loud broadside the foe began
the fray. Then the boarders o'er the bulwarks, like shuttlecocks,
we cast; One close discharge from all our guns cut down the
tapering mast. "Now, British tarsi St. George's Cross is trailing in
the sea — How d'ye like the greeting and the handsel of the
Free ? —
Of the Free ! How like you, lads, the greeting of the men who will
be free?" |
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