A Toast to the Alabama

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 […]