The Cumberland Crew

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By the heroic deeds of the Cumberlands crew...
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On that ill-fated day about ten in the morning,
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The sky it was clear, and bright shone the sun;
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The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning,
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Bidding each gallant seaman to stand by his gun.
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An iron-clad frigate down on us came bearing.
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While high in the air a rebel flag flew;
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A pennant of treason she proudly was waving.
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Determined to conquer the Cumberland's crew.
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So our noble ship fired her guns' dreadful thunder.
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Her broad-sides, like hail, on the Rebels did pour;
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But our sailors gazed on, filled with terror and wonder-
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As the shots struck her sides and glanced harmlessly forth
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But the pride of our navy could never be daunted,
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Tho' the dead and the dying her deck they did strew;
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And the flag of our Union how proudly she flaunted.
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Sustained by the blood of the Cumberland's crew.
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3 hours we fought them with stern resolution,
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Till the rebels found cannon could never decide;
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The flag of secession had no power to gall them,
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Tho' the blood from their scuppers it crimson'd the tide,
As they struck us on mid-ship, our planks she did sever,
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Her sharp iron prong pierced our noble ship through:
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And still, though she splintered and twisted hard over,
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We'll die at our guns! cried the Cumberland's crew.
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Softly...
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So slowly they sank 'Neath Virginia's dark waters,
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Their voices on earth will ne'er be heard more
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They'll be mourned by Columbia's brave sons and fair daughters!
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May their blood be avenged on Virginia's shore!-
In their battle-stained graves they are silently lying-
Their souls have forever to each bid adieu!
But the star-spangled banner above them is still flying;
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For it was nailed to the mast by the Cumberland's crew.