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Page |
Verses |
| Three gallant ships from England came (fl) |
5-6 |
12 |
| Columbia thus exhorts her sons (fl) |
6-7 |
8 |
| John Bull in a passion once stoutly resolv'd (fl) |
8-11 |
23 |
| Hail to the heroes whose triumphs have brighten'd (fl) |
11-12 |
4 |
| Oh! Johnny Bull, my Joe John, I wonder what you mean (fl) |
13-16 |
15 |
| Shall stripes be the lot of American seamen! (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Sure would you hear, what glory there (fl) |
17-18 |
4 |
| Columbia's shores are wild and wide (fl) |
19-21 |
7 |
| Banner of Freedom, triumphantly waving, The (fl) |
21-22 |
4 |
| This life, Boys, at best's a rough sort of trip (fl) |
22-23 |
9 |
| 'Tis not a good thing that the songs that we sing (fl) |
24-25 |
12 |
| Backside Albany stan Lake Champlain (fl) |
25-26 |
4 |
| Johnny Bull, beware, keep at proper distance (fl) |
61-62 |
8 |
| Banner of Freedom high floated unfurled, The (fl) |
28-30 |
12 |
| Oh! when in some illustrious fight (fl) |
30-32 |
16 |
| Argo of Greece, that brought the fleece (fl) |
32-34 |
7 |
| I often have been told that, the British seamen bold (fl) |
34-35 |
9 |
| Bold Barclay, one day, to Proctor did say (fl) |
36-38 |
10 |
| Az you'll want ammernishun, I 'spect more'n you'm got (fl) |
38-39 |
6 |
| Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light (fl) |
40 |
4 |
| 'Tis the Cannon's deep thunder that breaks on the ear (fl) |
41 |
6 |
| When the warrior returns from the battle afar (fl) |
42 |
5 |
| Yankee sailors have a knack (fl) |
43 |
3 |
| What cheer, my honest messmates (fl) |
44-45 |
5 |
| Yankee boy is trim and tall, A (fl) |
45 |
5 |
| Come all ye jolly Yankee Tars (fl) |
46-47 |
8 |
| Och, my honies, away with your lies (fl) |
48 |
6 |
| Certain Prince Regent, as story records, A (fl) |
49 |
6 |
| Let hymns of thanksgiving to heaven arise (fl) |
50 |
4 |
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