COME all you Yankee sailors with swords and pikes advance, 'Tis time to try your courage and humble haughty France: The sons of France our seas invade, Destroy our Commerce and our trade, 'Tis time the reck'ning should be paid To brave Yankee boys.

On board the Constellation from Baltimore we came, We had a bold commander and Truxton was his name, Our Ship she mounted forty guns, And on the main so swiftly runs, To prove to France Columbia's sons, Are brave Yankee boys.

We sailed to the West-Indies in order to annoy, The invaders of our commerce to burn, sink and destroy ; Our Constellasion shone so bright, The Frenchmen could not bear the sight, And away they scampered, in a fright, From brave Yankee boys.

'Twas on the 9th of February at Monserat we lay, And there we spy'd the L'Insurgente just at the break of day: We rais'd the orange and the blue, To see if they our signal knew, The Constellation and the crew, Of brave Yankee boys.

Then all hands were call'd to quarters while we pursu'd the chase, With well prim'd guns, our tompkins out, and well splic'd the main brace, Then soon to France we did draw nigh, Compell'd to fight, they were, or fly, These words were pass'd "CONQUER OR DIE," My brave Yankee boys.

Loud our cannons thunder'd, with peals tremendous roar, And death upon our bullets wings that drench'd their decks in gore. The blood did from their scuppers run, Their chief exclaim'd, "we are undone," Their flag they struck, the battle was won, By brave Yankee boys.

Then to St. Kitts we steered, we brought her safe in port, The grand salute was fired and answered from the Fort; Now sitting round the flowing bowl, With hearty glee each jovial soul, Drink as you fought without control, My brave Yankee boys.

Now here's a health to Truxton who did not fear the sight And all those Yankee sailors who for their country fight, John Adams in full bumpers toast, George Washington, Columbia's boast, And now to the girls that we love most, My brave Yankee boys.