UNDER THE STARS 
 
 AND OTHER VERSES 
 
 by WALLACE RICE and 
 BARRETT EASTMAN 
 
University of California Berkeley 
 
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Under the Stars 
 
 and Other Songs of the Sea 
 
 by 
 
 Wallace Rice and 
 Barrett Eastman 
 
 Clear a voice sounds o'er the cannon 
 Of the Chesapeake and Shannon: 
 
 " Keep the flag flying! " 
 LAWRENCE, wounded lying 
 Pain nor death his spirit shrinks: 
 
 " Fight her till she strikes or sinks! " 
 Through the battle's roar and rip, 
 Above the cheers, across the years, 
 That dying word our sailor hears: 
 
 "DON'T GIVE UP THE SHIP!" 
 
 Chicago 
 
 Way and Williams 
 Mdcccxcviii 
 
COPYRIGHTED, 1898 BY 
 WAY AND WILLIAMS 
 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 
 
To the Wider Patriotism 
 
Contents 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Under the Stars (R) 9 
 
 The Baptism of the Flag (E) . . . . n 
 
 Joy Enough (E) 15 
 
 The Cheer of the Men who Speak English (R) 17 
 
 How We Burned the Philadelphia (E) . . 20 
 
 Richard Somers ( E) 25 
 
 The Flag with Fifteen Stripes (R) . . . 27 
 
 Xix August., Mdcccxii (R) 29 
 
 The First American Sailors (R) . 33 
 
 Overseas They Wait (E) 38 
 
 Ballad of the Havannah Taken (R) ... 40 
 
 Brothers of One Blood (E) 44 
 
 Peace Hath Her Victories (R) .... 46 
 
 Chiquita: A Legend of the Western Seas ( E) 49 
 
 Bainbridge, the Brig, and the Blockade (R) 53 
 
 When My Turn Comes (E) .... 56 
 
 Notes 59 
 
Under the Stars 
 
 Tell me what sail the seas 
 
 Under the stars? 
 Ships, and ships' companies, 
 
 Off to the wars: 
 
 Steel are the ship's great sides, 
 
 Steel are her guns, 
 Backward she thrusts the tides, 
 
 Swiftly she runs ; 
 
 Steel is the sailor's heart, 
 
 Stalwart his arm, 
 His the Republic's part 
 
 Through cloud and storm. 
 
 Tell me what standard rare 
 Streams from the spars ? 
 
 Red stripes and white they bear, 
 Blue, with bright stars : 
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Under Red for brave hearts that burn 
 
 the Stars With liberty, 
 
 White for the peace they earn 
 Making men free, 
 
 Stars for the Heaven above, 
 Blue for the deep, 
 
 Where, in their country' s love, 
 Heroes shall sleep. 
 
 Tell me why on the breeze 
 
 These banners blow ? 
 Ships, and ships' companies 
 Eagerly go 
 
 Warring, like all our line, 
 Freedom to friend 
 
 Under this starry sign, 
 True to the end: 
 
 Fair is the Flag's renown, 
 Sacred her scars, 
 
 Sweet the death she shall crown 
 Under the stars. 
 
The Baptism of the Flag 
 
 Strong in the breeze at the mainmast top there 
 
 swung the sullen Snake, 
 "Do N'T TREAD ON ME!" his warning plain for 
 
 friend and foe to take; 
 And his fangs were pointed to England and the 
 
 wind was fair in the West 
 As we sailed that day out of Portsmouth Bay with 
 
 joy in the sailor's breast. 
 
 Like a dolphin leaped the Ranger through the mist 
 
 of the salt sea spray, 
 Like a panther kept her keen nose down to smell 
 
 the scent of her prey; 
 And each hearty aboard saw glory ahead and felt 
 
 good luck in his bones, 
 For the ship and crew were staunch and true and 
 
 our captain was JOHN PAUL JONES. 
 
"The On, on we sailed to the shrinking East for weari- 
 
 Baptism of some days and nights, 
 
 the Flag Until at dusk the lookout cried, "Straight for'ard 
 
 the harbor lights ! * ' 
 "Wear ship!" cried the Captain; "Heave to! 
 
 and out with the anchor, for now, I swear, 
 That should be Nantes on the coast of France 
 whose lights are gleaming there." 
 
 When daylight came and the lips of the sky were 
 
 red on the lips of the sea, 
 The bos'n piped, "All hands on deck!" and up 
 
 on the deck came we; 
 There stood the Captain with folded arms as we 
 
 ranged ourselves in line, 
 And said not a word that ever we heard, but we 
 
 saw his eyeballs shine. 
 
 We looked at him and he looked at us and, silent 
 
 still, he laid 
 His hand on the halliards and lowered straight the 
 
 flag we so proudly displayed. 
 "What is this?" we asked. "Has he traitor 
 
 turned? By God! it shall go right hard 
 But we stretch his neck from the quarter deck to 
 
 the end of yonder yard!" 
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The Captain read our thoughts and smiled, then The 
 
 raised his hand, and said: Baptism of 
 
 "When I am false to my land, my men, may t fj e 
 
 lightning strike me dead! 
 I have lowered the flag, 'tis true; but see! another 
 
 its place will take 
 The Stars and Stripes of the Thirteen States shall 
 
 fly in the place of the Snake." 
 
 And when the flag at the mainmast top was float- 
 ing free and clear, 
 
 Captain and crew their voices joined three times 
 in a thunderous cheer 
 
 Cheered till the echo came back to us from out of 
 the rocking shrouds, 
 
 Cheered till it seemed the sound of our cheers 
 would pierce the purple clouds. 
 
 Far off in the harbor the Admiral heard the sound 
 
 of our cheers, and he 
 With all of his fleet weighed anchor then and 
 
 straightway put to sea; 
 But when he saw the Stars and Stripes saluting his 
 
 own ensign 
 Then down in salute came the Lilies of France on 
 
 all the ships- of-the-line. 
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The "To your knees, my men!" cried Captain PAUL, 
 
 Baptism of- ' ' and let us humbly pray 
 
 the Flag ^ e ma . v fi^t like men and die like men for the 
 
 Flag we have raised this day; 
 Whatever the fates may weave for us, whatever 
 
 may chance to be, 
 
 While the broad sea rolls we must spill our souls 
 for the Starry Flag of the Free! " 
 
 And there in the light of the open sea GOD'S wind 
 
 first kissed the sign 
 That freedom was born to men of our race and all 
 
 of our children's line; 
 And there to GOD on His pathless deep and under 
 
 His rosy sky, 
 His seabirds screaming around the Flag, we swore 
 
 for that Sign to die. 
 
Joy Enough 
 
 Into the caverns of the sea 
 
 Shall all at last descend, 
 Who now press forward gallantly 
 
 Unrecking of the end. 
 
 And no man knoweth what is there, 
 Nor when his time shall come 
 
 To yield his soul and take his share 
 With all those gone and dumb. 
 
 It may be we shall find our kin 
 Waiting to grasp our hands, 
 
 And lead us glorified within, 
 Over the shining sands; 
 
 It may be we with them shall lie, 
 While heaven and earth abide, 
 
 Swaying silent with sightless eye 
 There in the sluggish tide. 
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"Joy Enough It matters nothing, if, to-day, 
 
 Beneath the splendid sun, 
 
 We hold to the appointed way, 
 
 Doing what must be done. 
 
 Reward? What would you? Have not we 
 The waves beneath us bent? 
 
 The winds about us blowing free? 
 Above the firmament? 
 
The Cheer of the Men Who 
 Speak English 
 
 The playground is heavy with silence, 
 
 The match is almost done, 
 The boys in the lengthening shadows 
 
 Work hard for one more run 
 It comes; and the field is a-twinkle 
 With happy arms in air, 
 While over the ground 
 Comes the masterful sound 
 Of victory revelling there: 
 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! 
 Three cheers, and a tiger, too, 
 For the match we have won 
 And each sturdy son 
 Who carried the victory through! 
 Hurrah ! Hurra h ! Hurrah ! 
 With clear voices uptossed 
 For the side that has lost, 
 
The Cheer And one cheer more 
 
 of the Men F r those winning before 
 
 Who Speak And a ^ wno sna ^ ever wm: 
 
 English ^ e cr y tnat our k7 s senc ^ * n 
 
 The cheer of the boys who speak English! 
 
 The ships-of-the-line beat to quarters, 
 
 The drum and bugle sound, 
 The lanterns of battle are lighted, 
 "Cast off! Provide! " goes round; 
 But ere the shrill order is given 
 For broadsides hot with hate, 
 Far over the sea 
 Rings hearty and free 
 Defiance to every fate: 
 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! 
 Three cheers, and a tiger, too, 
 For the fight to be won 
 And each sturdy son 
 Who '11 carry the victory through! 
 Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah I 
 With the shout of the fleet 
 For foes doomed to defeat, 
 And one cheer more 
 For those winning before, 
 And all who shall win again: 
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This is the cry of the men The Cheer 
 
 The cheer of the men who speak English! of the Men 
 
 Who Speak 
 The blare of the battle is over; . / 
 
 The Starry Flag flies on; 
 The sailors in sorrowful quiet 
 
 Look down on comrades gone; 
 The tremulous prayers are ended; 
 The sea obtains its dead; 
 Or ever the wave 
 Ripples over their grave, 
 One staunch good-bye is said: 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 Three cheers, and a tiger, too, 
 For the men who have won, 
 For each sturdy son 
 Who gave up his life to be true ! 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 With the shout of the host 
 For the brothers we 've lost, 
 And one cheer more 
 For those falling before 
 And those who have yet to fall: 
 This is the cry of us all 
 The cheer of the folk who speak English! 
 
How We Burned the Philadelphia 
 
 By the beard of the Prophet the Bashaw swore 
 
 He would scourge us from the seas; 
 Yankees should trouble his soul no more 
 By the Prophet* s beard the Bashaw swore, 
 
 Then lighted his hookah, and took his ease, 
 And troubled his soul no more. 
 
 The moon was dim in the western sky 
 
 And a mist fell soft on the sea 
 As we slipped away from the Siren brig 
 
 And headed for Tripoli. 
 
 Behind us the hulk of the Siren lay, 
 
 Before us the empty night; 
 And when again we looked behind, 
 
 The Siren was gone from our sight. 
 
 Nothing behind us, and nothing before, 
 Only the silence and rain; 
 
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As the jaws of the sea took hold of our bows How We 
 And cast us up again. Burned the 
 
 Through the rain and the silence we stole along, * 
 
 Cautious and stealthy and slow, 
 For we knew the waters were full of those 
 
 Who might challenge the Mastico. 
 
 But nothing we saw till we saw the ghost 
 
 Of the ship we had come to see, 
 Her ghostly lights and her ghostly frame 
 
 Rolling uneasily. 
 
 And as we looked, the mist drew up 
 
 And the moon threw off her veil, 
 And we saw the ship in the pale moonlight, 
 
 Ghostly and drear and pale. 
 
 Then spoke DECATUR low and said: 
 "To the bulwarks' shadow all! 
 But the six who wear the Tripoli dress 
 Shall answer the sentinel's call." 
 
 "What ship is that?" cried the sentinel. 
 
 " No ship," was the answer free; 
 "But only a Malta ketch in distress 
 Wanting to moor in your lee. 
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How We "We have lost our anchor and wait for day 
 Burned the To sail into Tripoli town, 
 
 Philadelphia ^nd t ^ ie sea ro ^ s fi erce arj d high to-night, 
 So cast a cable down." 
 
 Then close to the frigate's side we came, 
 Made fast to her unforbid 
 
 Six of us bold in the heathen dress, 
 The rest of us lying hid. 
 
 But one who saw us hiding there, 
 " Americano ! ' ' cried. 
 Then straight we rose and made a rush 
 Pell-mell up the frigate's side. 
 
 Midshipman MORRIS was first aboard, 
 DECATUR and LAWS came then, 
 
 And the rest of us with our cutlasses, 
 Nearly a hundred men. 
 
 Less than a hundred men were we, 
 And the heathen were twenty score; 
 
 But a Yankee sailor in those old days 
 Liked odds of one to four. 
 
 And first we cleaned the quarter deck, 
 And then from stern to stem 
 
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We charged into our enemies How We 
 
 And quickly slaughtered them. Burned the 
 
 , , , r . Philadelphia 
 
 All around was the dreadful sound 
 
 Of corpses striking the sea, 
 And the awful shrieks of dying men 
 In their last agony. 
 
 Skulls we crushed, and necks we cracked, 
 
 And mighty breasts stove in, 
 And our eyes were filled with battle-smoke 
 
 And our ears with a fearsome din. 
 
 The heathen fought like devils all, 
 
 But one by one they fell, 
 Swept from the deck by our cutlasses 
 
 To the water, and so to hell. 
 
 Some we found in the black of the hold 
 
 Some to the fo'c's'le fled, 
 But all in vain; we sought them out 
 
 And left them lying dead. 
 
 Till at last no soul but Christian souls 
 
 Upon that ship was found; 
 The twenty score were dead, and we, 
 
 The hundred, safe and sound. 
 
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How We And, stumbling over the tangled dead, 
 Burned the The deck a crimson tide, 
 Philadelphia We fi re ^ tne ship from keel to shrouds 
 And tumbled over the side. 
 
 Then out to sea we sailed once more 
 With the world as light as day, 
 
 And the flames revealed a hundred sail 
 Of the heathen there in the bay. 
 
 All suddenly the red light paled, 
 And the rain rang out on the sea; 
 
 Then a dazzling flash, a deafening roar, 
 Between us and Tripoli! 
 
 Then, nothing behind us, and nothing before, 
 
 Only the silence and rain; 
 And the jaws of the sea took hold of our bows 
 
 And cast us up again. 
 
 By the beard of the Prophet the Bashaw swore 
 
 He would scourge us from the seas; 
 Yankees should trouble his soul no more 
 By the Prophet 1 s beard the Bashaw swore. 
 Then lighted his hookah, and took his ease f 
 And troubled his soul no more. 
 
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Richard Somers 
 
 His body lies upon the shore 
 Afar from his beloved land, 
 
 And over him shine tropic suns; 
 No more he thrills at sound of guns, 
 No longer, cutlass in his hand, 
 Cries, "Follow me! " and goes before. 
 
 Above him droop the languid trees 
 Athirst and fainting with the noon; 
 Around him drowsy lizards crawl. 
 No more he hears the boatswain's call, 
 Nor sees the waters rock the moon, 
 Nor smells the keen and salty breeze. 
 
 Vain roars old ocean in his ear, 
 Calling to him from mighty deeps, 
 
 Yearning for him who loved the main. 
 Never shall he make sail again ; 
 Under the restless sands he sleeps, 
 He is at rest, he cannot hear. 
 
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Richard But when the Trumpet sounds alarms 
 Somers On that great day when all shall rise 
 
 And earth and sea give up their dead, 
 Then out from his unquiet bed 
 Where now heroic SOMERS lies, 
 His soul will leap to ocean's arms! 
 
The Flag With Fifteen Stripes 
 
 Our Navy's name was written in flame 
 
 When Fifteen Stripes we flew, 
 That flag's bright fame we kept from blame 
 
 Wherever the seas were blue ; 
 For under it by all the Powers! 
 
 When the dogs of war let slip, 
 If we met the enemy he was ours, 
 And we didn't give up the ship! 
 Then: Hip! hip! hip! 
 From every lip: 
 Hurrah ! The boatswain pipes 
 Tbe tune to the tars 
 Under Forty -Jive Stars, 
 Of the Flag with Fifteen Stripes! 
 
 When Fifteen Stripes raced over the blue 
 
 Our Navy was but small, 
 We had to do with a frigate or two 
 
 No ships-of-the-line at all; 
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The Flag Our guns blew up, our powder was weak, 
 
 JVith Our cannon-balls under weight, 
 
 Fifteen ^ et ^ e ^ a & at our P ea ^ tnrou gh the battle reek 
 
 Stripes S P ed man ^ a fier y fate ' 
 
 When Fifteen Stripes snapped in the gale 
 
 If cannon could not reach, 
 We clapped on sail till we hugged his rail 
 
 And left his hopes a-breach; 
 Over his side we 'd gaily climb 
 
 Through pistols, pikes and hell, 
 To the ringing rhyme the cutlasses chime 
 
 And the bully boarders* yell. 
 
 When Fifteen Stripes sailed in the van, 
 
 Although our ships were few, 
 Both fleet and man were from one plan, 
 
 Staunch and tried and true; 
 There weren't so many mechanical arts 
 
 When our men-o'-war were oak, 
 But we armored their parts with American hearts 
 And the battle flame and smoke. 
 Then: Hip! hip! hip! 
 From every lip: 
 Hurrah ! The boatswain pipes 
 The tune to the tars 
 Under Forty-Jive Stars, 
 Of the Flag with Fifteen Stripes ! 
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Xix August., Mdcccxii 
 
 What is that a-billowing there 
 
 Like a thunderhead in air ? 
 Why should such a sight be whitening the seas ? 
 
 That 's a Yankee man-o'-war, 
 
 And three things she 's seeking for 
 For a prize, and for a battle, and a breeze. 
 
 When the war blew o'er the sea 
 
 Out went HULL and out went we 
 In the Constitution, looking for the foe; 
 
 But five British ships came down 
 
 And we got to Boston town 
 By a mighty narrow margin, you must know! 
 
 Captain HULL can't fight their fleet, 
 But he fairly aches to meet 
 Quite the prettiest British ship of all there were; 
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XI x So he stands again to sea 
 
 August.^ In the hope that on his lee 
 
 Mdcccxii ^ e '11 catch D ACRES and his pretty Guerriere. 
 
 'T is an August afternoon 
 Not a day too late or soon, 
 When we raise a ship whose lettered mainsail 
 
 reads: 
 "All who meet me have a care, 
 
 I am England's Guerriere" ; 
 So HULL gaily clears for action as he speeds. 
 
 Cheery bells had chanted five 
 
 On the happiest day alive 
 When we Yankees dance to quarters at his call;, 
 
 While the British bang away 
 
 With their broadsides' screech and bray; 
 But the Constitution never fires a ball. 
 
 We send up three times to ask 
 
 If we shan't begin our task ? 
 
 Captain HULL sends back each time the answer 
 "No;" 
 
 Till to half a pistol-shot 
 
 The two frigates he had brought, 
 Then he whispers, "Lay along!" and we let go. 
 
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Twice our broadside lights and lifts, Xlx 
 
 And the Briton, crippled, drifts August., 
 
 With her mizzen dangling hopeless at her poop: Mdcccxn 
 
 Laughs a Yankee, " She's a brig!" 
 
 Says our captain, "That's too big; 
 Try another, so we '11 have her for a sloop! " 
 
 We hurrah, and fire again, 
 
 Lay aboard of her like men, 
 And, like men, they beat us off, and try in turn; 
 
 But we drive bold DACRES back 
 
 With our muskets' snap and crack 
 All the while our crashing broadsides boom and 
 burn. 
 
 ' Tis but half an hour, bare, 
 
 When that pretty Guerriere 
 Not a stick calls hers aloft or hers alow, 
 
 Save the mizzen' s shattered mast, 
 
 Where her " meteor flag" 's nailed fast 
 Till, a fallen star, we quench its ruddy glow. 
 
 DACRES, injured, o'er our side 
 Slowly bears his sword of pride, 
 Holds it out, as HULL stands there in his renown: 
 "No, no!" says th' American, 
 
Xix "Never, from so brave a man 
 
 August., But I see you 're wounded, let me help you 
 
 Mdcccxii down." 
 
 All that night we work in vain 
 
 Keeping her upon the main, 
 But we 'd hulled her far too often, and at last 
 
 In a blaze of fire there 
 
 Dies the pretty Guerriere; 
 While away we cheerly sail upon the blast. 
 
 Oh, the breeze that blows so free! 
 
 Oh, the prize beneath the sea! 
 Oh, the battle! was there ever better won? 
 
 Still the happy Yankee cheers 
 
 Are a-ringing in our ears 
 From old Boston, glorying in what we 've done. 
 
 What is that a-billowing there 
 
 Like a thunderhead in air ? 
 Why should such a sight be whitening the seas ? 
 
 That 's Old Ir'nsides, trim and taut, 
 
 And she 's found the things she sought 
 Found a prize, a bully battle, and a breeze! 
 
The First American Sailors 
 
 Five fearless knights of the first renown 
 
 In Elizabeth 1 s great array, 
 From Plymouth in Devon sailed up and down 
 American sailors they; 
 Who went to the West, 
 For they all knew best 
 
 Where the silver was grey 
 As a moonlit night, 
 And the gold as bright 
 As a midsummer day 
 
 A-sailing away 
 Through the salt sea spray, 
 The first American sailors. 
 
 Sir HUMPHREY GILBERT, he was ONE 
 
 (And Devon was heaven to him), 
 He loved the sea as he loved the sun 
 
 (And hated the Don as the Devil's limb 
 Hated him up to the brim!): 
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The First In Holland the Spanish hide he tanned, 
 American He roughed and routed their braggart band, 
 Sailors ^nd God was with him on sea as land; 
 
 Newfoundland knew him, and all that coast, 
 For he was one of America's host 
 And now there is nothing but English speech 
 For leagues and leagues, and reach on reach 
 From near the Equator away to the Pole; 
 While the billows beat and the oceans roll 
 On the Three Americas. 
 
 Sir FRANCIS DRAKE, and he was TWO 
 
 {And Devon was heaven to him}, 
 He loved in his heart the waters blue 
 
 (And bated the Don as the DeviP s limb 
 
 Hated him up to the brim /): 
 At Cadiz he singed the King's black beard, 
 The Armada met him, and fled afeared, 
 Great Philip's golden fleece he sheared; 
 Oregon knew him, and all that coast, 
 For he was one of America's host 
 And now there is nothing but English speech 
 For leagues and leagues, and reach on reach 
 From California away to the Pole; 
 While the billows beat and the oceans roll 
 On the Three Americas. 
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Sir WALTER RALEIGH, he was THREE The First 
 
 (And Devon was heaven to him), American 
 
 There was nothing he loved so well as the sea Sailors 
 
 (He bated the Don as the Devil's limb 
 
 Hated him up to the brim!}: 
 He settled full many a Spanish score, 
 Full many 's the banner his bullets tore 
 On English, American, Spanish shore; 
 
 Guiana knew him, and all that coast, 
 
 For he was one of America's host 
 And now there is nothing but English speech 
 For leagues and leagues, and reach on reach 
 
 From Guiana northward to the Pole; 
 
 While the billows beat and the oceans roll 
 On the Three Americas. 
 
 Sir RICHARD GRENVILLE, he was FOUR 
 
 (And Devon was heaven to him), 
 He loved the waves and their windy roar 
 
 (And hated the Don as the Devil* s limb 
 
 Hated him up to the brim!): 
 He whipped him on land and mocked him at sea, 
 He laughed to scorn his sovereignty, 
 And with the Revenge beat his fifty-three; 
 
 Virginia knew him, and all that coast, 
 
 For he was one of America's host 
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The First And now there is nothing but English speech 
 American For leagues and leagues, and reach on reach 
 Sailors From the Old Dominion away to the Pole; 
 
 While the billows beat and the oceans roll 
 On the Three Americas. 
 
 And Sir JOHN HAWKINS, he was FIVE 
 
 (And Devon was heaven to him), 
 He worshipped the water while he was alive 
 (And hated the Don as the Devil' s limb 
 
 Hated him up to the brim /): 
 He chased him over the Spanish Main, 
 He scoffed and defied the navies of Spain 
 His cities he ravished again and again; 
 The Gulf it knew him, and all that coast, 
 For he was one of America's host 
 And now there is nothing but English speech 
 For leagues and leagues, and reach on reach 
 From the Rio Grande away to the Pole; 
 While the billows beat and the oceans roll 
 On the Three Americas. 
 
 Five fearless knights have filed gallant graves 
 This many and many a day, 
 
 Some under the willows, some under the waves 
 American sailors they; 
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And still in the West The First 
 
 Is their valor blest, American 
 
 Where a banner bright Sailors 
 
 With the ocean* s blue 
 And the red wrack" 1 s hue 
 And the spoondrift 1 s white 
 
 Is smiling to-day 
 Through the salt sea spray 
 Upon American sailors. 
 
Overseas They Wait 
 
 Over the sea they wait for me, 
 
 My own wife and the child, 
 And I must fight for life to-night 
 
 On the ocean black and wild. 
 
 Now GOD preserve the mariner 
 Afloat on the angry foam, 
 
 And GOD preserve the wife and child 
 Who wait for him at home! 
 
 But what if I to-night must die, 
 
 And never see them more, 
 My lonely grave beneath the wave, 
 
 Far from my native shore? 
 
 If GOD will so, then I shall go 
 
 Bravely to death's embrace, 
 And GOD will care for the dear ones there 
 
 And take them to His own place. 
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But oh! I pray to GOD He may Overseas 
 
 Grant me a happier fate; They Wait 
 
 For I would fain see them again 
 Who sit at home and wait. 
 
 So I will fight for life to-night 
 
 On the ocean black and wild, 
 For oversea they wait for me, 
 
 My own wife and the child. 
 
 Now GOD preserve the mariner 
 
 Afloat on the angry foam, 
 And GOD preserve the wife and child 
 
 Who wait for him at home! 
 
Ballad of the Havannah Taken 
 
 "The Havannah ho! the Havannah ho! " 
 King GEORGE of England cries, 
 
 " Who fights for me, now Spain with France 
 Is joined in great emprise ? 
 
 " Stout ALBEMARLE have I sent out, 
 
 Sailing from Portsmouth Town, 
 And close by the walls of Morro Castle 
 He steadfastly sits down. 
 
 "Come, you who on the yesterday 
 
 Gave the Canadas to me, 
 Come forth to-day, and gain the Havannah 
 Over the foamy sea! " 
 
 " Now I who fought for you with France," 
 
 Says ISRAEL PUTNAM bold, 
 " Will fight as yesterday at Quebec 
 
 Against proud Spain's stronghold; 
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" And we who plucked that Lily of France Ballad 
 
 Will pluck this Flower of Spain! " of the 
 
 And thereupon this bold PUTNAM Havannab 
 
 Goes sailing the foamy main. Taken 
 
 "The Havannah ho! the Havannah ho!" 
 
 He sails until he hears 
 From all the shore about Morro Castle 
 ALBEMARLE'S mighty cheers. 
 
 What lies beleaguered in the town 
 
 Will neither do nor dare; 
 Stout ALBEMARLE has hard and fast 
 
 The snarling Spaniard there. 
 
 "Come now," says ISRAEL PUTNAM bold, 
 " Wolves have I caught before; 
 Give me a sword, give me a pistol, 
 And I will catch one more." 
 
 Stout ALBEMARLE gives him a pistol, 
 
 A sword in hand also. 
 And side by side the stout and bold 
 
 At the Wolf of Spain they go. 
 
 They fight him in, they fight him out, 
 They clip each claw and fang; 
 
Ballad From Monday noon till Saturday's moon 
 
 of the That wicked beast they bang. 
 
 Havannak Ho]d hard! hold hard!" cries the snarling 
 
 Taken Spaniard, 
 
 " Though two to one we be, 
 Here is rny flag, here is my sword, 
 And here my treasury. " 
 
 Stout ALBEMARLE he takes the sword, 
 
 The treasure, too, he takes; 
 Its station high above the Havannah 
 
 Spain's once proud flag forsakes. 
 
 Loud mourns King CHARLES this frosty fate, 
 
 Loud mourns LEWIS of France, 
 "The Canadas the Havannah gone!" 
 They join in a doleful dance. 
 
 Bold PUTNAM and stout ALBEMARLE, 
 What measures fair they tread! 
 
 Quebec and Morro Castle lost 
 Leave foes full ill bestead. 
 
 King GEORGE of England long laughs he 
 
 As PUTNAM'S hand he takes, 
 He laughs at France, laughs loud at Spain 
 
 As ALBEMARLE' s he shakes. 
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So always shall the enemy Ballad 
 
 Bend low his boasty pride, of the 
 
 When ALBEMARLE and PUTNAM, too, Havannab 
 
 Go fighting side by side. Taken 
 
 Ten thousand year let it be clear, 
 
 Ten thousand year and a day, 
 Ere those who take the Havannah 
 
 Bear them another way! 
 
Brothers of One Blood 
 
 From our fathers' loins descended, 
 
 Brothers of a single line, 
 Ye with whom we have contended 
 
 In the web of GOD'S design, 
 Brother warring against brother 
 
 In the angry battle's flood, 
 Still our hearts called each to other, 
 
 We are brothers of one blood! 
 
 Now barbarians assailing, 
 
 We together must withstand, 
 Heedless of the women's wailing, 
 
 Heedless of the coward band; 
 Brother side by side with brother 
 
 In the angry battle's flood, 
 Hearts still calling, each to other, 
 
 We are brothers of one blood ! 
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And hereafter, in fraternal Brothers of 
 
 Bonds no jealousy can burst, One Blood 
 
 Let us swear a pact eternal 
 
 Come the best or come the worst; 
 Brother back to back with brother 
 
 'Gainst the whole world's hostile flood, 
 Hearts still calling, each to other, 
 
 We are brothers of one blood! 
 
Peace Hath Her Victories 
 
 The whistling, shrieking westerly gale 
 
 In its wild December sweep 
 Had turned the face of ocean pale 
 
 With foam, abysses deep, 
 When in the lens 'twixt cloud and spray 
 A spot showed black on a world of grey. 
 
 The siren billows of George's shoal 
 
 Were luring a victim in, 
 So the good Lord Gougb, through surge and roll, 
 
 The dismal drift and din, 
 Laid straight a course for the heaving foam 
 Where the treacherous breakers clash and comb. 
 
 At last, half way on a shattered mast 
 
 The Stars and Stripes they saw, 
 Dull with distress; then, over the blast, 
 
 Heard HUGHES, like an autumn flaw: 
 46 
 
" Boys, give them three good English cheers! Peace 
 
 Come running forward, volunteers!" Hath Her 
 
 _ Victories 
 
 They were manning their boat, these English 
 
 tars, 
 
 Though the sky beat down on the sea, 
 When, sudden, that flag came down with its 
 
 stars, 
 
 Then ran to the mast-head free, 
 With its blue above as if it swore, 
 "Despite the storm Fate smiles the more! " 
 
 But that gallant few, though the blasts would 
 blow . 
 
 Their valor from the helm, 
 Rowed forth as they would have you row 
 
 When winds and waves overwhelm; 
 The elements bow to their conquerors 
 When the deck of the Cleopatra's theirs. 
 
 With winter yet in their very bone 
 
 And their ship and their flag both gone, 
 The Americans tell how the gale had blown 
 
 Despair since early dawn: 
 And this it was their captain meant 
 When his ensign free on the wind he bent; 
 
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Peace For PENDLETON looked over here to the Gough> 
 
 Hath Her At his elbow saw Death stand by; 
 Victories What then of that little boat putting off 
 
 Where the seas beat back the sky? 
 His doom was on him; so signaled he 
 Lest these, too, perish fruitlessly .... 
 
 While Englishmen in mercy go, 
 Cheering, to war with Death; 
 
 While Americans their last hope can throw 
 To the waves, for another's breath; 
 
 A tyrant Fate needs slink afraid 
 
 From eyes so clear and undismayed. 
 
 And oh! ye folk of English speech, 
 When such is the brood ye 've borne, 
 
 What favor need ye ever beseech 
 From a Fate so ripe for scorn? 
 
 Stand forth, 'tis yours by right of birth, 
 
 And take, ye heritors of the earth! 
 
Chiquita: A Legend of the 
 Western Seas 
 
 Her name? CHIQUITA. Ah, senor, 
 
 See how the sea-weed winds around her! 
 
 Dead? Yes; for many an hour before 
 I came and found her. 
 
 The gentle waves had laid her down 
 
 Here on the sands, and heaped her over 
 
 With soft, sweet-smelling foam, and brown 
 Long-leaved sea clover. 
 
 And hark! The sea-birds sing her dirge, 
 And all the chorus of the ocean 
 
 Makes mournful music, surge on surge, 
 In sad devotion. 
 
 Last night she lay within these arms 
 Her mother's arms, senor, no other 
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Chiqulta And in her sleep beheld the charms 
 Of sleep's twin-brother. 
 
 I know, for while I watched her, tears 
 Gleamed in the low light of the embers; 
 
 And then she sighed the sigh one hears 
 And one remembers. 
 
 From out her troubled lips words came 
 
 Mixed with the sigh words wet with sorrow; 
 " I die for thee! " and then a name, 
 And then, "To-morrow" 
 
 I did not understand, you see 
 
 How could I tell her days were numbered? 
 
 But God had willed this thing to be 
 And I I slumbered. 
 
 Well, now I find her dead and cold 
 Sefior, the story 's old, but never 
 
 Castilian blood grows cold or old 
 It burns hot ever. 
 
 Therefore I do not blame her no, 
 
 Others have loved with song and laughter 
 
 And then, through loving, learned to know 
 What woe comes after. 
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Love is a glorious thing, sefior, Chiquita 
 
 When, in the dusk, guitars are playing 
 And on the smooth adobe floor 
 
 The dance is swaying 
 
 But love is bitter when he goes 
 
 And days pass on and leave one weeping 
 The sun has blighted many a rose 
 
 Given to his keeping. 
 
 Well, so the world was made, and I 
 
 Do not lament that darkness covers 
 The shining brightness of the sky 
 
 That smiles on lovers. 
 
 To me night came long years ago 
 
 Night in whose gloom I often stumbled 
 
 But pride sustained me still, although 
 My pride was humbled. 
 
 Pride in CHIQUITA that was strong 
 
 Pride in myself there 's none remaining: 
 This was my secret. Right or wrong, 
 
 I 'm not complaining. 
 
 That so it is, nor that all pride 
 
 Has left me now all things are seeming; 
 
Chiquita And out there, rocking with the tide, 
 There is no dreaming 
 
 CHIQUITA, daughter! We shall be 
 
 Racked by regret from henceforth never. 
 
 I seek the silence of the sea 
 Farewell forever! 
 
Bainbridge, the Brig, and the 
 Blockade 
 
 The Norfolk brig has eighteen guns, 
 Before the wind she freely runs, 
 
 Sing bey, for the Yankee cruiser ! 
 With WILLIAM BAINBRIDGE in command, 
 So sure of touch, so firm of hand, 
 
 Sing bo, for our bold commander! 
 
 It was the good year 'ninety-nine 
 (The Norfolk 's staunch as a ship-of-the-line), 
 When we were waging war with France, 
 And off the Cuban coast we dance, 
 Sing bey, for the Yankee cruiser! 
 
 Soon BAINBRIDGE sights a privateer, 
 The French tricolor shows out clear; 
 So BAINBRIDGE fires the big bow-gun 
 And for the coast we make a run, 
 
 Sing bo, for our bold commander! 
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Bainbridge^ The Frenchman grounds upon a ledge; 
 the Brig^ We burn her to the water's edge, 
 
 and the To learn she has a sister-ship 
 
 Blockade A-fitting in the Havannah's slip, 
 
 Sing bey, for the Yankee cruiser! 
 
 So WILLIAM BAINBRIDGE turns about, 
 Lays for the Havannah a course straight out, 
 And says to the Spaniard, loud and clear, 
 "I want that other French privateer!" 
 Sing bo, for our bold commander! 
 
 The Spaniard laughs at the Norfolk brig, 
 For she is little, and Spain is big: 
 The Norfolk is of the good old sort 
 And, single-handed, blockades that port, 
 Sing bey, for the Yankee cruiser! 
 
 They can't get in, they can't get out, 
 For BAINBRIDGE stands there, sure and stout, 
 And when he aims a Yankee gun 
 Its bullet straight to the mark will run, 
 Sing bo, for our bold commander! 
 
 A Spanish ship puts out to fight, 
 A Spanish ship puts back in fright; 
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She learns, from the weight of the Norfolk's ball, Bainbrldge, 
 If not so big, she is not small, the Brig, 
 
 Sing bey, for the Yankee cruiser! anc [ t jj e 
 
 IT;-- i n -11 j > Blockade 
 
 With a flutt ring sail the word s sent out 
 
 That Spain has turned to the rightabout; 
 She wishes to do what we think fair, 
 And won't we meet her halfway there? 
 Sing bo, for our bold commander! 
 
 We meet her at the privateer, 
 The which we burn, like her sister dear; 
 And then the Norfolk puts to sea, 
 After teaching the Spaniard a thing or three, 
 Sing bey y for the Yankee cruiser! 
 
 All this was in the good old days 
 With naught to blame and much to praise, 
 And, now we 've come to days quite new, 
 The self-same thing is just as true, 
 
 Sing bo, for our bold commander! 
 
 The Yankee ship has ten-ton guns, 
 Regardless of wind she freely runs, 
 
 Sing bey, for tbe Yankee cruiser! 
 With a Yankee captain to command, 
 So sure of touch, so firm of hand, 
 
 Sing bo, for our bold commander! 
 
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When My Turn Comes 
 
 When my turn comes, dear shipmates all, 
 
 Oh, do not weep for me ; 
 
 Wrap me up in my hammock tight 
 
 And put me into the sea. 
 
 For it 's no good weeping 
 When a shipmate 's sleeping 
 And the long watch keeping 
 At the bottom of the sea. 
 
 But think of me sometimes and say: 
 
 "He did his duty right, 
 And strove the best he knew to please 
 His captain in the fight." 
 
 But it 's no good weeping 
 When a shipmate's sleeping 
 And the long watch keeping 
 Through the long, long night. 
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And let my epitaph be these words: When My 
 
 "Cleared from this port, alone, Turn Comes 
 
 A craft that was staunch and sound and true 
 Destination unknown.'* 
 
 And it 's no good weeping 
 When a shipmate 's sleeping 
 And the long watch keeping 
 All alone, all alone. 
 
 And mark this well, my shipmates dear, 
 
 Alone the long night through, 
 Up there in the darkness behind the stars 
 I '11 look out sharp for you. 
 So it 's no good weeping 
 When a shipmate 's sleeping 
 And the long watch keeping 
 All the long night through. 
 
Notes 
 
 THE BAPTISM OF THE FLAG: The first Ameri- 
 can flag to be hoisted as a naval ensign was the 
 device of the Snake run up by Captain (then Lieu- 
 tenant) JOHN PAUL JONES, on the Alfred, Captain 
 ESEK HOPKINS, at Philadelphia, early in January, 
 1776. The "grand union" flag, i. e., the 
 British Jack cantoned upon the thirteen Ameri- 
 can stripes, was also shown at that time. It was 
 June 14, 1777, that the Continental Congress 
 established the present national standard with its 
 thirteen stripes and a star for each State. It is, 
 therefore, among the oldest of national symbols, 
 Great Britain's present standard having been 
 adopted in 1801. The Ranger , eighteen guns, 
 Captain JOHN PAUL JONES, sailed from Portsmouth, 
 New Hampshire, November I, 1777, and secured 
 the first recognition from abroad of the STARS AND 
 STRIPES in the salute fired by the French Admiral, 
 59 
 
Notes LE MOTTE PIQUET, at Quiberon Bay, just north of 
 Nantes, December 14, 1777. 
 
 THE BURNING OF THE PHILADELPHIA: The de- 
 struction of the Philadelphia, which Lord NELSON, 
 then commanding the British blockading fleet off 
 Toulon, called " the most bold and daring act of 
 the age," was effected on the night of February 
 9, 1 804. In the party, numbering but seventy- 
 five officers and men all told, were STEPHEN 
 DECATUR, JR., JAMES LAWRENCE, JOSEPH BAIN- 
 BRIDGE, THOMAS MACDONOUGH and many others 
 who rose to distinction. 
 
 RICHARD SOMERS: Master Commandant RICH- 
 ARD SOMERS, after many examples of the most 
 distinguished gallantry in the operations of the 
 American squadron before Tripoli, volunteered to 
 lead the powder boat Intrepid formerly the ketch 
 Mastico in which the Philadelphia was attacked 
 and destroyed into the harbor, thronged as it was 
 with the enemy's shipping. The night of Sep- 
 tember 4, 1 804, was chosen for this desperate 
 enterprise. By the explosion of the Intrepid a 
 Tripolitan gunboat crowded with soldiers was 
 sunk, and two others seriously injured with many 
 60 
 
on board. All the Americans, including the gal- Notes 
 lant SoiMERS, Midshipman HENRY WADSWORTH, 
 uncle to the poet LONGFELLOW, Midshipman JOSEPH 
 ISRAEL, and ten seamen, perished. Their fragmen- 
 tary remains were buried on shore; but, the Mos- 
 lems refusing a Christian stone to desecrate their 
 land, their graves were never marked. 
 
 THE FLAG WITH FIFTEEN STRIPES: Upon the 
 admission of Vermont and Kentucky into the 
 Union, May I, 1795, the number of stars and 
 stripes in the national ensign was increased to 
 fifteen. There the stripes remained until the ad- 
 mission of Illinois, December 3, 1818, when the 
 original thirteen stripes were returned to, the stars 
 then standing at twenty. There are now forty-five 
 sovereign States in the AMERICAN UNION, each with 
 its star in the flag. 
 
 BALLAD OF THE HAVANNAH TAKEN: June 6, 
 1762, ALBEMARLE sat down before Havana. July 
 20, 4,000 of AMHERST'S victorious regulars, 
 with 1,000 Connecticut Rangers under Colonel 
 ISRAEL PUTNAM, 800 New Yorkers, and 500 men 
 from the Jerseys, arrived from New York. July 
 25, the assault upon Morro Castle began. July 
 61 
 
Notes 30, it fell, followed, August 14, by the surren- 
 der of the city with $7,000,000 of treasure. On 
 the English side there were 14,041 men engaged; 
 on the Spanish, 27,610. This siege and assault 
 is the last appearance in history of any considera- 
 ble forces from Great Britain and from the terri- 
 tory afterward falling within the United States in 
 cooperation. 
 
 PEACE HATH HER VICTORIES: This thrilling 
 international episode earned the thanks and re- 
 wards of the American Congress, Captain HUGHES 
 of the Liverpool steamer Lord Gougb obtaining a 
 gold medal, and all his gallant men being remem- 
 bered. The BISHOP OF RIPON thought this inci- 
 dent, which took place in December, 1889, 
 worthy the genius of TENNYSON, and forwarded 
 an account of it to him. The Laureate having 
 done nothing with it, this unworthy substitute is 
 put forward, faute de mieux, with many apologies. 
 
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