William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Veteran TarS
And to stand shilly-shally on shore;
Let a shark seize his hulk who would go to deny
His support to the old commodore!
Gallant old commodore,
Tough old commodore,
Hardy old commodore, he—
Let a shark seize his hulk who would go to deny
His support to the old commodore!
Bade the top-lights of Hope shine no more;
Would you know who contended, my lads, with the storm?
Do you see, ’twas the old commodore!
Gallant old commodore,
Tough old commodore,
Hardy old commodore, he—
Would you know who contended, my lads, with the storm?
Do you see, ’twas the old commodore.
The hero shall have on the shore;
The freemen he honour’d shall honour his worth,
And support still the old commodore.
Gallant old commodore,
Tough old commodore,
Hardy old commodore, he—
The freemen he honour’d shall honour his worth,
And support still the old commodore.
With a vengeance their fate to deplore:
He axes our aid—no insurgents oppose
With a vengeance the old commodore!
Gallant old commodore,
Tough old commodore,
Hardy old commodore, he—
He axes our aid—no insurgents oppose
With a vengeance the old commodore!
Till the stingo, my boys, shall run o’er;
Here’s our navy and Truxtun—and heartily still
We’ll support, lads, the old commodore!
Gallant old commodore,
Tough old commodore,
Hardy old commodore, he—
Here’s our navy and Truxtun—and heartily still
We’ll support, lads, the old commodore!