COLUMBIA'S streamers sweep the main, To let the Britons know, We boldly will our rights maintain, And make the Lion bow.

Our HULL'S withstand the cannon's roar, DECATUR rules the main, Above our rights they must not soar, But treat for Peace again.

Once more the glorious tidings come, Of triumph to our arms: Columbia's sons are all at home, When foes excite alarms.

No fears are theirs, when danger's near, But cool and brave they are, They love to see a foe appear, For guns their souls can't scare.

Our country has not yet forgot, DECATUR'S deeds of old, One laurel more he now has got, Of greater worth than gold,

Our CONSTITUTION yet is sound, So may it ever be! UNITED STATES now keep their ground, Both on the land and sea.

Not only Frigates are destroy'd, And men kill'd off like fleas, But "MACEDONIANS" are annoy'd And driven from the seas.

What fools the British all must be, To think we shoud'nt beat, When from their yoke we once got free, By what we now repeat.

The MACEDONIANS crew I guess, Wish they'd never seen, That plaguy ship, they meant to press, Just as they do our men.

For we have taught them what our guns, When loaded well can do, And made them feel Columbia's sons, Know how to load them too.

But there's no rose without its thorn, No sweet without its sour, So even now we have to mourn In this triumphant hour.

For see! that fatal shaft is wing'd With death for gallant FUNK, Swift through the air the bullets ring'd And quench'd his fire and spunk.

Arise, Columbia's sons, arise, And joyfully maintain Though many noble sailor dies, That we'll not quit the main.

Let Jonny Bull no longer boast, He lords it o'er the seas, We'll make his blood-hounds leave the coast, When they our cannons see.

The GUERRIERE brave Hull has marr'd, And laid her streamers low, Our WASP has stung the FROLIC hard, And thus our laurels grow