LAWRENCE'S VICTORY.

ALL hail Columbia's sons! once more,
Their glory beams o'er ocean bright;
All welcome to their native shore,
Triumphant from the bloody fight.

Columbia's sons shall ever be,
The guardians of true Liberty.

The gallant Lawrence stemmed the sea,
Nor feared to meet the haughty foe;
His flag, the flag of Liberty,

Flowed in the breeze and still shall flow.
Columbia's sons, &c.

A bird of Albion's daring race,
Fast moved along on airy wing,
The Hornet too with naval grace,
Prepared to dart its keenest sting.
Columbia's sons, &c.

The rage of battle warmer grew,

Death reigned with haughty triumph there, The thundering broadsides faster flew, Whistling along the floating air. Columbia's sons, &c.

But lo! she strikes; the Peacock's crest,
Fast sinks to ocean's coral bed;
Down, down she goes; there let her rest,
And peace attend her sleeping dead.
Columbia's sons, &c.

High on the growing scroll of fame,
In dazzling tints, this deed shall shine ;

And there, brave LAWRENCE, shall thy name
Live in an everlasting shrine.

Columbia's sons shall ever be,
The guardians of true Liberty.

THE TARS OF COLUMBIA.

YE sons of Columbia, the trumpet of fame, Through the wide world your actions shall loudly proclaim,

See Liberty's genius in triumph arise,

Recording your deeds as she mounts to the skies,

CHORUS.

Whilst at the hostile shore, where thundering cannons roar,

The note of each brave tar, each brave tar

shall be,

No tribute! but glory, we'll die or be free.

The brave sons of Freedom, who fell in the cause,
Supporting our rights, Independence and laws;
As the actions of heroes, by history are graced,
First shall Somers, Decatur and Wadsworth be
placed.

Whilst at the hostile shore, &c.

See Preble exalted! a monument stand! Surrounded by heroes, who under his command, On Tripoli's tyrant their vengeance have hurled, And the deeds of Columbians resound through the world.

Whilst at the hostile shore, &c.

May Washington's genius our couutry defend, And that charter mantain which freedom has penned;

But should tyranny dare our rights to invade,
By our tars shall the daring attempt be repaid.

CHORUS.

Whilst at the hostile shore, where thundering

cannons roar,

The note of each brave tar, each brave tar shall be,

No tribute, but glory, we'll die or be free.

COLUMBIA'S HARDY SEAMEN.

GAILY lads, our friends we're leaving,
Honor calls us to the main ;
Sweethearts! what's the use of grieving,
We but part to meet again.

Soon avenged our country's quarrels,
What delicious joys we'll prove,
Sweet reposing, crowned with laurels,
In the arms of those we love.

Love of country, love of glory,
From our mothers' breast we drew,
Our forefathers famed in story,
Gave the bright example too.

Hail Columbia's hardy seamen,
Bravely bred on boisterous waves-
Faithful to ourselves as freemen,

Not the world can make us slaves.

"Arm our floating towers of timber,”— Congress bids-each pulse beats higher; Shew the world our joints are limber, Nerves of steel, and souls of fire.

Now our breasts with ardor glowing,
Feel our bold forefathers' fiame;
Through our veins their pure blood flowing,
Can our deeds disgrace their name?

Haste then, seize each plundering Corsair,
Where the waves insulted roli;
Trade protect in every quarter,
From the Tropic to the Pole.

Thence to the wide world's wonder,
Masters of the mighty deep;
While we guard our coast with thunder,
Yet at home may safely sleep.

Let us live a band of brothers,
Whether on the land or sea;
'Tis our strength and not another's,
That would make or keep us free.

Never fearing foes or weather,
Union being still our boast,
Free we'll live or die together-
"Union," boys! in bumpers toast.

JACK'S DELIGHT.

SWEET is the ship that, under sail,
Spreads her white bosom to the gale,

Sweet, O sweet's the flowing cann;

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Sweet to poise the laboring oar,
That tugs us to our native shore,

When the boatswain pipes the barge to man
Sweet sailing with a flowing breeze,
But O! much sweeter than all these
Is Jack's delight, his lovely Nan;

The needle, faithful to the north,
To show of constancy the worth,
A curious lesson teaches man ;
The needle time may rust, a squall
Capsize the binnacle and all,

Let seamanship do all it can ;
My love in worth shall higher rise,
No time shall rust, no squall capsize
My faith and truth for lovely Nan.

When in the bilboes I was penned,
For serving of a worthless friend,
And every creature from me ran;
No ship performing quarantine
Was ever so deserted seen,

None hailed me, woman, child, or man.
But though false friendship's sails were furled,
Though cut adrift from all the world,

I'd all the world in lovely Nan

I love my duty, love my friend,
Love truth and merit to defend,
To moan their loss who hazard ran;
I love to take an honest part,
Love beauty and a spotless heart,

By manners love to shew the man;
To sail through life by bonor's breeze,
It was all along on loving these

First made me doat on lovely Nan.