AROUSE YE, GAY COMRADES. BY THOMAS POWER. AROUSE ye, gay comrades, the waves sparkle bright, Old Neptune, in glee, shakes his beard at the sight; Well manned be each oar, well braced be each heart, And away from the shore like a sea-bird we'll start. To the boat! to the boat! pleasure calls us away, While in light-rowing measure we speed o'er the bay. Then gather, gay comrades, the winds gently blow, To the boat! to the boat! pleasure calls us away, GOD BLESS AMERICA. BY ROBERT M. BIRD. God bless the land that gave us birth! No prayer but this know we,- The happy and the free. The splendour of the day, And find no son of hers a slave ? God bless the land, the land beloved, Forever and for aye!, God bless America. For liberty our grandsires trod The wide and stormy sea; Their children all are free: To point the patriot's way, God bless the land, &c. The desert howled—the pilgrims came, They fled oppression's chain : Of freedom rose again. That flame shall ne'er decay, God bless the land, &c. And from our land, in hour of need, Avert thy darkening frown; Bind up all loyal hearts that bleed, And strike the traitor down. And shall the serpent foe prevail ? Shall friend, or fiend betray ? God bless the land, &c. The banner of our Union loved Shall wave the ages on ; No bright star quenched and gone : From earth be swept away ; God bless the land, &c. A YANKEE SHIP AND A YANKEE CREW. BY J. S. JONES. A YANKEE ship and a yankee crew, Tally hi ho, you know ; Sing hey aloft and alow. The spray sparkling as thrown from her prow; Her flag is the proudest that floats on the seas, Her way homeward she's steering now. A yankee ship and a yankee crew, Tally hi ho, you know, Sing hey aloft and alow. A yankee ship and a yankee crew, Tally hi ho, you know ; The same aloft and alow. Foretell the quick approach of the gale; Husbands ! lovers! “on deck there," a sail. A yankee ship and a yankee crew, Tally hi ho, you know : Distress is the word,—God speed them through; Bear a hand, aloft and alow. A yankee ship and a yankee crew, Tally hi ho, you know ; “All hands" aloft and alow. He ne'er sheers from a shipmate distressed ; All's well--the reefed sails again are unfurled, O'er the swell he is cradled to rest. A yankee ship and a yankee crew, Tally hi ho, you know; Storm past, drink to “wives and sweethearts" too, All hands! aloft and alow. A yankee ship and a yankee crew, Tally hi ho, you know, We're free--aloft and alow. Defiance floating at each mast head; One's a wreck—and she hears that floats alongside The stars and stripes, to victory wed. Tally hi ho, you know, Or a tar's aloft or alow. AWAY TO MY MOUNTAIN HOME, AWAY. BY ROBERT GRANT. Swift for my mountain home once more, My bark shall o'er the dark waves glide, Again the dashing surges ride. Dark waving curtain shades the earth, My mountain home! my mountain home! |