NO more of your blathering nonsense, 'Bout the Nelsons of old Johnny Bull; I'll sing you a song by my conseience, 'Bout Jones, and Decatur and Hull.

Dad Neptune has long with vexation, Beheld with what insolent pride, The turbulent billow-wash'd nation, Has aim'd to controul the salt tide.

Sing, lather away jonteel and aisy, By my soul, at the game hob or nob, In a very few minutes we'll please ye, Because we take work by the job.

There was Dacres at vaunting and boasting. His equal you'll seldom come near: But Hull betwixt smoking and roasting, Dispatch'd his proud frigate Guerriere!

Such treatment to him was a wonder, Which serv'd his proud spirit to choke; And when to the bottom our thunder, Had sent her, we laugh'd at the joke.

Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, Brave Hull at the game hob or nob, Is the boy that will surely amaze ye, So well he ean finish the job.

T'other day, worse that gout, fit or cholic, The Wasp with Rodgers, Biddle and Jones, So terrible stung the poor Frolic! As left her but bare skin and bones.

She struck, but what could she do better, For time there was none to delay, Indeed, it must terribly fret her, To see she cou'd not run away.

Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, Brave Jones at the game hob or nob, Is the lad that will surely amaze ye, So well he can work by the job.

Now to augment our brave little navy, And add to the strength of each state, Decatur without sauce or gravy, Has dress'd Alexander the Great.

By my soul, to prevent further trouble, And save a disgraceful downfall, Since they find all resistance a bubble, They'll strike without fighting at all.

Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, Decatur to play hob or nob, Will in seventeen minutes amaze ye; Huzza! 'twas a quick finish'd job.

And again has our good Constitution, Whose Guerrie-job you encor'd, Sent the Java to sound the deep ocean, After trimming her slick by the board.

Tho' Lambert for nearly two hours, Resisted the Yankee's attack, The flag of St. George at length cowers, Aad our stars and stripes mount the wreck.

Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, When Bainbrige begins hob or nob, In the end ne'er fear but he'll please ye, So completely he'll finish the job.

As the fifth comes the brave little Hornet, And meets with a Peacock so gay; Yet the Yankees makes bold e'en to scorn it, And clips his proud plumage away.

In a short half glass they were crippled, The Pea-chickens flutter'd around; When their Peake being struck and hull- riddled, They let their jack-union down.

Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, When Lawrence do try hob or nob, He takes fourteen minuets to amaze ye, Constitutionally ending his job.

To complete the half of a dozen, Chauney, Dearborn, Pike took a trip, With three thousand men will pick'd & chosen To mix for the English their flip.

To York they arrived in good season, Where Sheaffe made a Bony retreat, As the Yankees taught them a lesson, Not to stop-make the best of their feat.

Sing lather away jonteel and aisy, Chauncey, Dearborn, Pike, hob or nob. Ye proud Britons they know how to face ye, To make you get sick of your job.

Then huzza for the lads of our navy, Lawrence, Bainbridge, Decatur, Jones, Hull, When they either dispatch to Old Davy, Or bring home the ships of John Bull.

And may Congress, each hero's protectors, Reward all the deeds of the brave, And Britain shall find us the victors, In contests on land or the wave.

So lather away jonteel and aisy, Columbians all play hob or dob, For our seamen will never disgrace ye, They're getting so used to the job.