William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Tough Yankee TarH
Whose mark is the eagle and star:
They’ll challenge all hands, I’ve a notion,
To beat them at knocks in the war,
With a tough Yankee tar!
For honour he fears not a scar;
And, damme, he’ll yield him to no man,
While he holds to a timber or spar—
’Tis a tough Yankee tar!
He had ne’er swung a ship from the water,
But broken his lever, and reflectors of brass,
Had he known how to beat up to quarter,
Like a tough Yankee tar!
To check haughty Albion’s career;
And soon the poor king of the islands
Yields a proud and a boasted Guerriere
To a tough Yankee tar!
’Tis all botheration and stuff.
They talk of the rights of the seas;
We’ll teach them ’tis all plain enough
To a tough Yankee tar!
Hails her young sons of war on the main:
They wave a free flag on the ocean,
And none shall her freedom maintain,
Like a tough Yankee tar!