OLD IRONSIDES.

Old Ironsides.

AY, tear her tattered ensign down,

Long has it waved on high,

And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;

Beneath it rung the battle-shout,
And burst the cannon's roar;

The meteor of the ocean air

Shall sweep the clouds no more!

Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
And waves were white below,

No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee;
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!

Oh, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave!
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave:

Nail to the mast her holy flag,

Set every threadbare sail;
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!

THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER.

The Star Spangled Banner.

H, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,

OH,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight

O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

And the rockets' red glare and bombs bursting in air Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still

there;

Oh, say, does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the

brave?

CHORUS.

Oh, say, does the Star Spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mist of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence

reposes,

What is that which the breeze o'er the towering

steep,

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines in the stream; 'Tis the Star Spangled Banner, oh, long may it

wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. — CHO

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore, 'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country they'd leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave

From terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph doth

wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. — CHO

Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved home and the war's desola

tion;

Blest with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land

Praise the Power that made and preserved us a

nation!

THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER.

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!" And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the

brave. — CHO

- Francis Scott Key.