The Dauntless Sailor

The dauntless sailor leaves his home, Each softer joy and ease, To distant climes he loves to roam, Nor dreads the boist'rous seas: His heart with hope of vict'ry gay, Scorns from the foe to run; In battle terror melts away As snow before the sun.

Though all the nations of the world Columbia's flag would lower, Her banners still shall wave unfurl'd, And dare their haughty power: But see, Bellona sheathes her sword, Hush'd is the angry main; The cannon's roar no more is heard Sweet peace resumes her reign.

He hastes unto his native shore, Where dwells sweet joy and rest: His lovely Susan's smiles implore, To crown and make him blest: Now all the toil and dangers past, And Susan's love remains, The honest tar is blest at last, Her smiles reward his pain.