YE true sons of freedom, give ear to my song, While the praise of brave HULL I attempt to prolong, Let each bold-hearted hero now fill up his glass, And our favorite sentiment rapidly pass. CHORUS. With our brave noble Captain, we'll still plow the main, "We'll fight and we'll conquer, again and again."

With a fine springing breeze, our sails they were bent, And with hearts full of joy to the ocean we went, In the fam'd CONSTITUTION a taught and staunch boat, As ever was seen on the water afloat. With our brave noble Captain we plow'd the deep main, And when he commands we are ready again.

On the twentieth of August, a sail we espied, We hove to, and soon she came up along side; The Drum beat to quarters, to quarters we run, And each tar bravely swore to stand fast to his gun. Our Captain so brave, as we sail'd on the Main, Now bid us a harvest of glory to gain.

A broadside the foe quickly into us pour'd. We return'd 'em the favor direct on the word, Each heart was undaunted, no bosom knew fear, And we car'd not a snap for the saucy Guerriere. With our noble Commander we fought on the Main, And We'll conquer with him when he bids us again.

The balls now flew thick, and quite warm was the play, Their masts and their rigging we soou shot away, We shatter'd their hull with all possible speed, With our good spunky "bull-dogs, of true yankee breed." 'Twas thus with our Captain we fought on the Main, With him a rich harvest of glory to gain.

The blood from the enemy's scuppers ran fast, All hopes of subduing us now were quite past: So they wisely concluded, "by hob or by nob;

"That 'twas best to give o'er what they thought a bad job." With our true noble Captain, we'll fight on the Main, And we hope that with him, we'll soon conquer again.

The Britons had seldom before seen the like, For we rak'd 'em so clean, they'd no colours to strike; So a gun on their lee they were forc'd to let fly, To inform us they didn't quite all wish to die. 'Twas thus with our Captain we fought on the Main, And we're-ready brave boys, to fight with him again.

In twenty-five minutes, the business was done, For they didn't quite relish such true Yankee fun; So we kindly receiv'd 'em on board our good ship, Many cursing the day when they took their last trip. With our brave noble Captain we'll still plow the Main, We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.

Now homeward we're bound, with a favoring breeze, As full of good humor and mirth as you please, Each true-hearted sailor partakes of the glass, And drinks off a health to his favorite lass, With our brave noble Captain we've plow'd the deep Main, With him we the laurels of glory did gain.

Now success to the good CONSTITUTION, a boat, Which her crew will defend while a plank is afloat, Who never will flinch, or in duty e'er lag, But will stick to the last by the American flag. So true to our colors we'll ever remain, And we'll conquer for freedom again and again.

When again we shall plow old Neptune's blue wave, May honors still circle the brows of the brave, And should our bold foes wish to give us a pull, We'll show 'em the goed CONSTITUTION and HULL, And now with three cheers ere we sail to the Main. We will greet our brave Captain again and again.