COME all ye hardy Sailors, and join me in my song, For to bestow the praise unto those whom praise belong; Come fill your bumper, drink a toast, For our brave tars, Columbia's boast, Who are our shield, who guard our coast. As true Yankee boys.

The Constitution's crew their valor twice have shown, The proud Guerriere and Java, to old Davy they have blown; In the British Navy are but few, Can stand against so brave a crew, Their valor they know how to shew, As true Yankee boys.

On December 29th, with the Java we fell in, When orders soon were given, clear ship and haul the wind, All hands to quarter, rudder a-lee, Reef topsail and take in storm-stay, The Boatswain's whistle call'd to the fray. Each true Yankee boy.

Only in one short hour, and fifty-five minutes, The Java and her crew gave up with us disputes, Her scuppers ran with British blood, As if it was a purple flood, We real Yankee tricks them show'd, As true Yankee boys.

But nine of our true brethren here found a wat'ry grave, And twenty-five were wounded, whose lives we hope to save; Our wish for them shall reach the sky, That they again with us may try, The British Navy to annoy. As true Yankee boys.

About two hundred British, must pay for this affray, Who curse the brave Yankees that made so hot a day; And give us but another chance, We'll learn them Yankee Doodle dance, Just as brave Truxton he did France, With true Yankee boys.

Give us our brave Commanders, we'll show it to John Bull, That he want 74's, to stand Bainbridge and Hull; Each officer on board his due, And so to all our Yankee crew, Who British seamen can subdue. As true Yankee boys.