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Tripoli
Rise to their feet with a stunning cheer in a harbor light
as day ! Over the tide from the boats outside the answering cheer
came in, The hail of his mate who must watch and wait to the lad
who may work and win ! And Decatur's men, at their sweeps again, sped on from
the panther's paw, While the frigate flamed, by her own reclaimed, at the gates
of Jussuf Bashaw!
One to ten of you lesser men these are the odds we crave : For the ring of the sword, at the cry to board, is a song that
befits the brave. Board and burn, that ye well may learn how American tars
atone : Borrow ye may, but there dawns a day when we come to claim
our own ! NEW YORK, 1902.
