Free trade and Sailors' Rights! or we will BOX it out.

HO! all ye brave tars of Columbia, That for your country do fight, The rays of fam'd glory beams on you, That are most brilliantly bright.

The Enterprize brig of our navy, With a crew undaunted and brave, Fell in with the British brig Boxer, And she box'd her men to their grave.

She had not long been a cruizing, When the Boxer she come within view, With a force that was greatly superior- Bold Britons consisted her crew.

She boldly bore up to this Briton, Whose cannon began for to roar, The same was faithfully returned, This proud Boxer was gall'd full sore.

Loud roar'd the Enterprize' cannon, And Death to the Boxer were hurl'd, The guns spake the rights of our Seamen, And echo'd, Free Trade to the world.

Each sailor stood firm to his quarters, 'Twas minutes past forty and five, When many bold Britons were slaughter'd This contest they did not survive.

Their valor for boxing then ceased, Acknowledg'd the battle was won, Bright laurels on our Tars now shining; The Boxer stopt firing a gun.

In telling this VICTORY with JOY, There's one thing gives us great pain; Brave BURROWS, the gallant commander, Burrows, th' lamented, was slain.

Sons of Neptune, go arm for the battle- Sailors fight well for your cause, Declare at the mouth of the cannon, You fight for your country and laws.

Johnny Bull send no more of your Boxers Unto Columbia's fair shore, Lest they get their daylights knock'd out, And can't see their homes any more.

For we now have boxers in plenty, That understands fully that art, Six times to their sorrow they know it, How well we can play our part!

Our Rights we will never surrender, While a ship will float on the main, Free Trade is the right we contend for, This RIGHT we still will maintain.