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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Bainbridge’s Victory

L. M. Sargent

Sung at a dinner given at Boston, to Commodore Bainbridge, and the officers of the frigate Constitution, for their gallant achievement in the capture of the British frigate Java.

BRAVE hearts of ocean chivalry,

Who late in arms have stood

Victorious o’er the bravest foe,

Whose thunder wakes the flood!

Ye twice have sought fame’s proudest height,

And twice attained the goal!

Again, o’er the main,

Shall your conquering thunders roll,

And your banners float victoriously,

And your conquering thunders roll.

Mark, how yon ship triumphantly

Her native billows lave!

Where first she gave her native form

In rapture to the wave.

Twice bold Britannia’s hearts of oak

Have own’d her stern control,

And again, o’er the main,

Shall her conquering thunders roll,

And her banners float victoriously,

And her conquering thunders roll.

When first again for battle

Ye bade your thunders swell,

A spirit, clad in armour, stood,

Where once a hero fell.

It sternly frown’d upon the foe,

And show’d the scar it bore:

Till again, o’er the main,

Your thunder ceased to roar.

And your banners waved victoriously,

While your thunders ceased to roar.

Bush! ’twas thy gallant spirit,

That left its realms on high,

To hear Columbia’s battle rage,

To see her streamers fly.

That spirit, when the fight was done,

Aloft the tidings bore,

How again, o’er the main,

Your conquering guns did roar,

And your banners waved victoriously,

And your conquering guns did roar.

Fame! wreathe again thy laurels,

Like Hull’s forever fair;

Such garlands, on his manly brow,

Shall noble Bainbridge wear;

The same their banner and their deck,

The same their daring soul,

And the same be their fame,

While their conquering thunders roll,

And their banners float victoriously,

And their conquering thunders roll.

High on thy rolls of glory,

With honour doubly crown’d,

By those whose sires are yet unborn,

Shall Alwin’s name be found.

The spirits of the brave, who live

On thine eternal scroll,

Again, o’er the main,

When they hear their thunders roll,

Shall trim those banners to the breeze,

While the conquering thunders roll.

“Ye Mariners of England,”

The brave applaud the brave;

Our bays with cypress would we twine,

To deck your Lambert’s grave;

But since ’tis ours to meet ye foes,

Our gallant friends of yore,

Again, o’er the main,

Shall our conquering thunders roar,

And our banners float victoriously,

And our conquering thunders roar.

Fame, ready twine such garlands,

As crown the brave to-day;

For here are ocean warriors,

As good and brave as they.

When fortune leads them where the foe

Now sweep the surges o’er,

Again, o’er the main,

Shall our conquering thunders roar,

And our banners float victoriously,

And our conquering thunders roar.