[00:00.000] 作曲 : Traditional Song
[00:04.041] Oh! shipmates, come, gather, and join in my ditty;
[00:07.986] Of a terrible battle that happened, of late:
[00:11.894] Let each Union-Tar shed a tear of his pity,
[00:15.952] When he thinks of the once gallant Cumberland's fate.
[00:20.075] The Eight day of March told a terrible story,
[00:23.795] When many a brave tar to this world bid: Adieu!
[00:27.780] Our Flag it was wrapt in a mantle of glory
[00:31.580] By the heroic deeds of the Cumberland's crew.
[00:38.029] On that ill-fated day, about ten in the morning,
[00:41.950] The sky it was cloudless, and bright shone the Sun:
[00:46.111] The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning
[00:49.909] That told every seaman to stand by his gun.
[00:53.828] An Iron-clad Frigate down on us came bearing,
[00:57.710] High up in the air her base Rebel Flag flew;
[01:02.039] An emblem of Treason she proudly was waving,
[01:06.214] Determined to conquer the Cumberland's crew.
[01:13.621] Now, up spoke our Captain with stern resolution,
[01:17.401] Saying: boys, of this monster now don't be afraid,
[01:20.990] We swore to maintain our beloved Constitution,
[01:24.880] And to die for our Country we are not afraid!
[01:28.730] We fight for our Union: our cause it is glorious,
[01:32.590] By the Stars and the Stripes we will ever stand true.
[01:36.530] We'll sink at our quarters, or conquer victorious!
[01:40.410] Was answered, by cheers, by the Cumberland's crew.
[01:47.330] Our noble ship fired with guns' dreadful thunder,
[01:51.399] Our broad-side, like hail, on the Rebel did pore:
[01:55.390] The people gazed on, struck with terror and wonder:
[01:59.165] As the shots struck her sides, and glanced harmless o'er;
[02:04.080] But the pride of our Navy could never be daunted,
[02:08.060] Tho' the decks with the dead and the wounded did strew:
[02:11.910] The stars spangled banner how proudly it flaunted,
[02:15.879] It was hailed to the mast by the Cumberland's crew!
[02:22.790] They fought us three hours, with stern resolution,
[02:26.723] Till these Rebels found cannon would never decide;
[02:30.713] For, the Flag of Secession has no power to gall them,
[02:34.654] Tho' the blood from our scuppers it crimsond the tide;
[02:38.454] She struck us amidst-ship, our planks she did sever;
[02:42.260] Her sharp Iron-prong pierced our noble ship through:
[02:46.150] And they cried, as they sunk on that dark rolling river,
[02:49.950] We'll die at our guns! cried the Cumberlands crew.
[02:57.090] Slowly she sank in the dark rolling waters,
[03:00.970] Their voices on earth will be heard ne'er more
[03:05.020] They'll be wept by Columbia's brave sons and fair daughters,
[03:08.840] May their blood be avenged on Virginia's old shore.
[03:12.890] And if ever sailors in battle assemble
[03:16.640] God bless our dear Banner, the Red, White and Blue!
[03:20.640] Beneath its proud folds, we'll cause tyrans to tremble,
[03:24.460] Or sink at our guns, like the Cumberland's crew!