The waves were white, and red the morn,
In the noisy hour when I was born
And the whale it whistled; the porpoise roll'd,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
And never was heard such an outcry wild,
As welcomed to life that ocean child.
I have lived since then in calm and strife
Full fifty summers a rover's life,
With wealth to spend and a power to range,
But never have sought or sighed for charge;
And Death whenever he comes to me,
Shall come, shall come on the wide unbounded sea.
And Death shall come on the wide unbounded sea.
March to the Battle Field.
March to the battle Field.
The foe is now before us.
Rach heart is freedoms shield
And heaven is smiling oer us
The woes an.I pains the galling chains
Which kept our spirits under
In proud disdain we've Broke again
And torn each link asunder
March to the Battlefield, &c
