Here's a health to them that's awa', And here's to them that's awa'; Here's a health to "auld Abe," the chief o' the clan, And may his band never be sma'! May Liberty meet wi' success; May prudence protect her fra' evil; May traitors and tyranny tine* i' the mist, And wander their way to the de'il. Chorus.-Hurrah for the Red, White, and Blue! &c. Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a bumper to Chase,-he, the Western laddie, Here's freedom to him that would write: There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, Here's a health to them that's awa', And here's to them that's awa'; Here's Meade, and here's Grant; and wha would them daunt, We'll build in a hole i' the wa'. Here's woman that's true at the heart, Here's man that is sound at the core: May he that wad turn his button and coat Chorus.-Hurrah for the Red, White, and Blue! &c. Here's a health to them that's awa', And here's to them that's awa'; Here's Abram Lincoln, a chief that's na' winkin', But bred wi' an axe in his paw; * Be lost. Here's friends to the Stripes and the Stars, Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to our uncle,—to guid Uncle Sam, His soldiers and sailors so braw! May cruel war soon be over, And peace to our land come again; May law and unity triumph, And banish all sorrow and pain! Chorus.-Hurrah for the Red, White, and Blue! &c. Lines on the New American Frigate Alliance. BY PHILLIP FRENEAU, A POET OF THE REVOLUTION, 1776. As Neptune traced the azure main, As nearer still the monarch drew (Her starry flag display'd to view), "A ship of such a gallant mien "See how she mounts the foaming wave, Where other ships would find a grave: Majestic, awful, and serene, She walks the ocean like its queen." "Great monarch of the hoary deep, Whose trident awes the waves to sleep," Replied a Triton of his train, "This ship that stems the Western main "To those new, rising States belongs, "This pile, of such superior fame, "When she unfurls her flowing sails, "When she displays her gloomy tier, "But, when she pours the dreadful blaze, "Though she, with her triumphant train 'Though she might make their cruisers groan She kindly lends a nearer aid, Annoys them here, and guards the trade. "Now traversing the Eastern main, She greets the shores of France and Spain: "This task achieved, behold her go "Not, Argo, in thy womb was found Charleston Harbor in 1776 and 1861. (EXTRACT FROM MR. MURDOCH'S LECTURES.) IN tracing the history of the relics, I have necessarily confined myself to the sailor's record of glorious deeds. done in defence of our national honor. Before taking leave of my subject, I will tender you two striking pictures of heroic devotion, which will speak for the heroism of the soldier, displayed on a hundred memorable battle-fields, embodying in their spirit the soul of chivalric daring which pervades our army, rank and file. When Fort Moultrie, in Charleston harbor, was invested . by the British in 1776, the flag was shot away during the fight. Sergeant Jasper leaped into the moat, seized the flag, and, climbing upon the ramparts, waved it above his head till another staff was erected. This noble act was performed during the hottest fire from the enemy's ships. When the traitors of Charleston assailed Sumter (so nobly defended by the gallant Major Anderson), the following incident occurred. Sergeant Hart, who had served with the Major in Mexico, was sent down from New York by Mrs. Anderson with letters for her husband. The authorities at Charleston refused to let the sergeant pass to the fort unless he gave his parole not to bear arms in the defence. This was acceded to, and the faithful soldier executed his mission of love. During the fiercest bombardment of the fort, while standing, watching the flying shells and balls, from a sheltered position, the sergeant saw the old flag stricken down by a shot. Without stopping to argue on the exact extent of a non-combatant's passiveness, true to the instincts of a loyal citizen, he sprang forward, secured the Stars and Stripes, and, from the most prominent position on the works, waved them forth, until another staff was raised, and then, arranging the halliards with his own hands, ran up the starry emblem, to defy once more the murderous assault of the would-be assassins of the nation's life. I will not venture to comment on the sublime acts of patriotic devotion, but will avail myself of the poetic fervor of Bayard Taylor to sing the praises of the soldier's deeds, and blend the spirit of 1776 and 1812 with that of '61, '62, and '63. |