(From "The Naval Songster," 1815.)
Withhalf the Western world at stake,See Perry on the midland lake,The unequal combat dare;Unawed by vastly stronger pow'rs,He met the foe and made him ours,And closed the savage war.Macdonough, too, on Lake Champlain,In ships outnumbered, guns, and men,Saw dangers thick increase;His trust in God and virtue's causeHe conquer'd in the lion's jaws,And led the way to peace.To sing each valiant hero's nameWhose deeds have swelled the files of fame,Requires immortal powers;Columbia's warriors never yieldTo equal force by sea or field,Her eagle never cowers.Long as Niagara's cataract roarsOr Erie laves our Northern shores,Great Brown, thy fame shall rise;Outnumber'd by a veteran hostOf conquering heroes, Britain's boast—Conquest was there thy prize.At Plattsburg, see the Spartan band,Where gallant Macomb held command,The unequal host oppose;Provost confounded, vanquished flies,Convinced that numbers won't sufficeWhere Freemen are the foes.Our songs to noblest strains we'll raiseWhile we attempt thy matchless praise,Carolina's godlike son;While Mississippi rolls his flood,Or Freemen's hearts move patriots' blood,The palm shall be thine own.At Orleans—lo! a savage band,In countless numbers gain the strand,"Beauty and spoil" the word—There Jackson with his fearless few,The invincibles by thousands slew,And dire destruction poured.O Britain! when the tale is toldOf Jackson's deeds by fame enrolled,Should grief and madness rise,Remember God, the avenger, reigns,Who witnessed Havre's smoking plains,And Hampton's female cries.
Withhalf the Western world at stake,See Perry on the midland lake,The unequal combat dare;Unawed by vastly stronger pow'rs,He met the foe and made him ours,And closed the savage war.
Macdonough, too, on Lake Champlain,In ships outnumbered, guns, and men,Saw dangers thick increase;His trust in God and virtue's causeHe conquer'd in the lion's jaws,And led the way to peace.
To sing each valiant hero's nameWhose deeds have swelled the files of fame,Requires immortal powers;Columbia's warriors never yieldTo equal force by sea or field,Her eagle never cowers.
Long as Niagara's cataract roarsOr Erie laves our Northern shores,Great Brown, thy fame shall rise;Outnumber'd by a veteran hostOf conquering heroes, Britain's boast—Conquest was there thy prize.
At Plattsburg, see the Spartan band,Where gallant Macomb held command,The unequal host oppose;Provost confounded, vanquished flies,Convinced that numbers won't sufficeWhere Freemen are the foes.
Our songs to noblest strains we'll raiseWhile we attempt thy matchless praise,Carolina's godlike son;While Mississippi rolls his flood,Or Freemen's hearts move patriots' blood,The palm shall be thine own.
At Orleans—lo! a savage band,In countless numbers gain the strand,"Beauty and spoil" the word—There Jackson with his fearless few,The invincibles by thousands slew,And dire destruction poured.
O Britain! when the tale is toldOf Jackson's deeds by fame enrolled,Should grief and madness rise,Remember God, the avenger, reigns,Who witnessed Havre's smoking plains,And Hampton's female cries.