The wind blows off yon rocky shore,
Boys! set your sails all free;
And soon our booming cannon’s roar
Shall ring out merrily.
Run up your bunting taught a-peak,
And swear, lads, to defend her;
‘Gainst every foe, where ‘er we go,
Our motto “No Surrender!”
Chorus:
Then sling the bowl, drink ev’ry soul,
A toast to the Alabama;
What e’er our lot, through storm or shot,
Here’s success to the Alabama!
Our country calls all hands to arms,
We hear but to obey;
Nor shall home’s most endearing charms
Steal one weak thought away,
Our saucy craft shall roam the deep,
We’ve sworn, lads, to defend her;
Trim, taught and tight, we’ll brave the fight,
Our motto “No Surrender!”
Chorus
Our home is on the mountain wave,
Our flag floats proudly free;
No boasting despot, tyrant, knave,
Shall crush fair Liberty.
Firmly we’ll aid her glorious cause,
We’ll die, boys, to defend her;
We’ll brave the foe, where’er we go,
Our motto “No Surrender!”
Chorus
Boys! if perchance it may befall,
When storm of battle raves,
By shot or shell our noble hull
Shall sink beneath the waves,
Yet while a plank to us is left
To death we will defend her;
Facing the foe, down, down we’ll go,
But still cry “No Surrender!”
Chorus.
— A Nautical Song. The Alabama. Respectfully dedicated to the gallant Captain Semmes, his officers and crew, and to the officers and seamen of the C. S. Navy;
E. King, author of the Naval Songs of the South.
