William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
A Favourite Song of the RebelsTune—“The Watery God”
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In dalliance soft, and amorous play,
On Amphitrite’s breast,
When up he rear’d his hoary head,
The Tritons sunk, the Nereids fled,
And all their fear confess’d.
The liquid world was wrapp’d in flame—
The god, amazed, spoke—
“Go forth, ye winds, and make it known
Who dares usurp my coral throne,
And fill my realms with smoke.”
Sprung strongly up t’ obey their lord,
And saw two fleets away:
Hopkins commanded one brave line;
The other navy, Howe, was thine,
In terror and dismay.
Deal death and slaughter from their guns,
And strike the dreadful blow,
Which made ill-fated British slaves
Seek life by flying o’er the waves,
Or sink to shades below.
That Howe is ruin’d past relief—
That Hopkins conquering rode:
“Hopkins,” cries Amphy, “who is he?
Who dares usurp this power at sea,
And thus insult a god?
A Congress sits, whose martial band
Defies all Britain’s force;
And when their floating castles roll
From sea to sea, from pole to pole,
Hopkins directs their course.
To reinstate fair Liberty,
And crush oppressive bands,
Then, valiant Hopkins, calmly great,
Though death and carnage round him wait,
Performs their dread commands.
How great this infant state appears—
What feats these heroes do:
Washington’s deeds and Putnam’s fame,
Join’d to great Lee’s immortal name,
And cries, “Can this be true?
Who have such heroes at their nods,
To govern earth and sea:
I yield my trident and my crown,
A tribute due to such renown:
These gods shall rule for me.”