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Lyrics for Stately Southerner by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Stately Southerner | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 157 | | | | Lyrics: | The Stately Southerner
'Tis of a stately Southerner who flew the Stripes and
Stars
The whistling wind from west nor'west blew through our pitch-pine spars
We had our
larboard tacks on board as we hung upon a gale,
Geble Island light shone bright from the Old
Head of Kinsale.
No thought was there of shortening sail by him who trod our
poop,
Although the press of our pondering jibs, the boom bends like a hoop;
Our groaning
chess-trees told the strain that stood on our stout main tack
But he only laughed as he glanced
abaft at the white and glistening track.
It was a bright snd a cloudless night, the wind
blew fresh and strong
As gaily o'er the Channel wave our good ship swept along.
With the
foaming sea before her bow the briny wave she spread
Till bending low in a foam like snow she
buries her lee cathead.
"What's this upon our weather bow what ship is this I
see?
It's time our good ship hauled her wind, we're abreast the old Saltee"
'Twas by the
nightly robe she wore and her tap'ring length of spar
We knew our morning visitor was a British
man-o'-war.
What did our daring foeman do? A shot ahead he passed,
Clewed up his
fiowing courses, laid his topsails to the mast.
Those British tars gave three huzzas from the
deck of their black corvette
But we answered back with a scornful laugh as our starry flag we
set.
"Out booms, out booms!" cried the Southerner. "Out booms, and give her
sheet.
Here comes the fastest man-o'-war of all the Channel fieet.
She's bearing down upon
us, boys, with the white foam at her bow
Out booms, out booms!" cried the Southerner. "Don't
spare your canvas now!"
The midtide meets the Channel wave that flows from shore to
shore
The mist hung heavy o'er the land from Featherstone to Dunmore;
The day star glinted
in the east, four bells had rolled the hour,
And the sterling light on Tuskar Rock was quenched
in the Waterford Tower.
Out spake our noble captain then, not a cloud was on his
brow:
"Stand by, my gallant heroes all, the enemy's on us now.
We carry aloft the Stars
and Stripes against old England's boast.
Paul Jones, the terror of the sea, will fly them on
her coast!"
The fog was rising o'er the land, the wind was from the shore,
And the
poor Dungarven fishernen sought shelter in Kinsore.
With light sails set and booms rigged out
and stun's'ls hoisted away
Paul Jones did clear the Channel mouth before the dawn of
day.
Note: This one commemorates a non-battle. Privateer John Paul Jones sailed
into the Irish Sea in 1778 to attack British shipping and raid the coast
of Cumberland. He
encountered a larger and more powerful British man-
o'war, but his lighter vessel, the
Ranger, was able to outrun and
outmaneuver the British ship, and escaped.
From
Shanteymen and Shanty Boys, Doerflinger
@sailor @war @America @Revolution
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