1. hail to the Kearsarge.
Hail to the Kearsarge, castle of oak,And pride of the heaving sea!
Hail to her guns, whose thunder awoke
The waves, and startled with lightning stroke
The nations that should be free!
Hail to her captain and crew!
Hail to her banner blue!
Hail to her deathless fame!
Hail to her granite name!
Haughty Britannia no longer can boast
That she rules the ocean waves;
Her fame is dead, and its sheeted ghost
Stalks discrowned on her chalky coast,
Mocked by Columbia's braves.
Hail to the queen of the sea!
Hail to the hopes of the free!
Hail to the navy that spoke!
Hail to our hearts of oak!
The British lion may cease his roar:
For his darling privateer,
At sea a pirate, a thief on shore,
Now lies a wreck on the ocean floor,
No longer a buccaneer.
Hail to our Yankee tars!
Hail to the Stripes and Stars I
Hail Winslow, chief of the sea?
Hail to his victory!
Cheers!--“Two-Ninety,” the robber, is dead!
And Semmes, the pirate-in-chief,
A swordless coward, defea<*>, has fled,
Bearing the curse of the<*>a on his head,
To England, the home of the thief.
Hail to our holy cause!
Hail to our equal laws!
Hail to our peace to be!
Hail to all nations free!
