On Barney's Victory Over the Ship "General Monk"

"Let who will be the survivor,

We must conquer or must die,

We must take her up the river,

Whate'er comes of you or I:

Though she shows most formidable

With her eighteen pointed nines,

And her quarters clad in sable,

Let us bank her proud designs.

With four nine-pounders and twelve sixes,

We will face that daring band;

Let no dangers damp your courage,

Nothing can the brave withstand.

Fighting for your country's honor,

Now to gallant deeds aspire;

Helmsman, bear us down upon her,

Gunner, give the word to fire!"

Then yard-arm and yard-arm meeting,

Straight began the dismal fray,

Cannon mouths, each other greeting,

Belched their smoky flames away;

Soon the langrage, grape and chain-shot,

That from Barney's cannons flew,

Swept the Monk, and cleared each round-top,

Killed and wounded half her crew.

Captain Rogers strove to rally

His men from their quarters fled,

While the roaring Hyder Ally

Covered o'er his decks with dead.

When from their tops their dead men tumbled,

And the streams of blood did flow,

Then their proudest hopes were humbled

By their brave inferior foe.

All aghast, and all confounded,

They beheld their champions fall,

And their captain, sorely wounded,

Bade them quick for quarter call.

Then the Monk's proud flag descended,

And her cannon ceased to roar;

By her crew no more defended,

She confessed the contest o'er.

Come, brave boys, and fill your glasses,

You have humbled one proud foe,

No brave action this surpasses,

Fame shall tell the nations so.

Thus be Britain's woes completed,

Thus abridged her cruel reign,

Till she ever, thus defeated,

Yields the sceptre of the main.