The British shot flew hot,

Which the Yankees answered not, Till they got within the distance they call'd handy 0;

Now, says Hull unto his crew,

Boys, let's see what we can do,
If we take this boasting Briton we're the dandy O.

The first broadside we pour'd,

Carried their main-mast by the board, Which made this lofty frigate look abandon’d, 0;

Then Dacres shook his head,

And to his officers he said, Lord, I didn't think these Yankees were so handy 0.

Our second told so well,

That their fore and mizen fell, Which dous’d the royal ensign so handy 0;

By George, says he, we're done,

And they fired a lee gun, While the Yankees struck up Yankee doodle dandy 0.

Then Dacres came on board,

To deliver up his sword,
Loth was he to part with it, it was so handy 0;

Oh, keep your sword, says Hull,

For it only makes you dull,
So cheer up, come, let us take a little brandy 0.

Come fill your glasses full,

And we'll drink to Captain Hull,
And so merrily we'll push about the brandy 0;

John Bull may toast his fill,

Let the world say what they will,
But the Yankee boys for fighting are the dandy O.

BAY OF BISCAY, O.
LOUD roar'd the dreadful thunder

The rain a deluge show'rs;

The clouds were rent asunder,
By lightning's vivid powers.

The night both drear and dark;
Our poor devoted bark,
Till next day,
There she lay,

In the Bay of Biscay 0!
Now dash'd upon the billows,

Our op’ning timbers creak-
Each fears a wat’ry pillow,
None stops the dreadful leak.

To climb the slippery shrouds,
Each breathless seaman crowds,
As she lay,
Till the day,

In the Bay of Biscay 0!
At length the wish'd for morrow,

Broke through the hazy sky; .
Absorb'd in silent sorrow,
Each heav'd the bitter sigh!

The dismal wreck to view
Struck horrow to the crew,
As she lay,
On that day,

In the Bay of Biscay 0!
Her yielding timbers sever,

Her pitchy seams are rent;
When Heaven, all bounteous ever,
Its boundless mercy sent-

A sail in sight appears,
We hail her with three cheers!
Now we sail
With the gale,

From the Bay of Biscay O!

YANKEE TRUE BLUE. When the drum beats to arms each bold Yankee tar,

Bids farewell to his girl, wife, or friend,
Courageously Aies to the dangers of war,

His country and home to defend;
His heart burns for victory, honor and gain,

Determined his foes to subdue,
Thus flies to the bulwarks that sails on the main,

None equal the courage of true blue.
How noble is the sight of our gallant fleet,

As on ocean their course they do steer,
Each true Yankee tar longs his enemy to meet,

No storms nor no dangers does fear;
His heart burns for victory, for honor and gain,

Determined his foes to subdue,
Thus flies to the bulwarks that sails on the main,

None can equal the courage of true blue. if our enemies should dare for to meet us once more,

Like lightning to our quarters we'll ily,
Like thunder in the air our great guns they shall roar,

Determined to conquer or die;
Our officers and tars, they are valiant and brave,

Our commodores courageous and true,
They die by their guns, their rights to maintain,

None can equal the courage of true blue.
If yard arm and yard arm alongside of our foes,

Our strong floating batteries should lie,
If our enemies should sink and chance down to go,

To our boats then we instantly fly;
In time of distress all assistance we give,

All dangers we eagerly pursue,
Our foes for to save from their watery grave,

None can equal the courage of true blue.
When our prize we have taken and made her our own,

To some port our ship gloriously steers,

When the harbor we've gained and arrived safe at

home, We give our commander three cheers. We drink a good health to our kind loving wives,

And each pretty girl that's constant and true; Now this is the way that we spend our lives,

None can equal the courage of true blue.

OUR COUNTRY IS OUR SHIP.
Our country is our ship d’ye see,
And a gallant vessel too,
And of the honor proud is he,
Who is one of its noble crew.
Each man whate'er his station be,
When duty's call commands

Will take his stand,

And lend a hand
The common cause to uefend.
In peace or war 'tis the same it's true,
We quarrel and make a rout,
And having nothing else to do,
We fairly fight it out.
But once the enemy in view,
Shake hands and then we are friends,

On the deck,

Till a wreck,
The common cause to defend.

THE BOLD ONTARIO.
The Boatswain pipes all hands on board,

Merrily, merrily, cherrily,
And every heart with valor stor'd

To meet the foe right merrily.
Our sails unfurl'd, we catch the breeze,

Hurrah, my lads, right merrily,

And while we sail o'er foaming seas,

Merrily, merrily, cherrily,
Whilst every seaman sings yeo heave ho
On board of the bold Ontario.

Whilst every, &c. A sail! a sail, appears in sight,

Merrily, merrily, cherrily,
Down hammocks, down! prepare for fight,

We'll meet the foe right merrily;
A shot is fired, we bring her too,

Huzzah my lads right merrily,
Thro’ smoke and fire we cut our way,
Merrily, merrily, cherrily.

Whilst every,

&c.

THE LAND WE LIVE IN.
THE sparkling liquo ills the glass,

And briskly round the board it goes,
The toast, of course, our favorite lass,

We'll drink confusion to our foes.
Then each in turn, the catch, the glee,

The song, the toast is given;
And ever as it comes to me,

I give, “ the land we live in."
Then let us all throughout agree,
With a loud huzza and three times three,

Huzza! I give, the “ land we live in."
Our Captain gives—“ The President,"

His bosom burns with valor's flame,
And round the decks the toast is sent,

Of Lawrence, and Decatur's fame.
“ Our glorious land of Liberty,”

This toast in tiro is given.
And ever as it come
I give, “ The land we live in,"

Then let us all, &c.