An American Frigate

	  		
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An American frigate the "Richard" by name 
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Mounting guns forty-four, from New York she came. 
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For to cruise in the channel of old England's fame 
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With a noble commander, Paul Jones was his name. 

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Hurrah! Our country forever, hurrah! 

Verse 2:
 
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We had not sailed far before two sails we spied 
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A stout forty-four and a twenty likewise, 
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And forty bold shippin', all laden with store, 
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As the convoy stood in for the old Yorkshire shore. 

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Hurrah! Our country forever, hurrah! 

Verse 3:
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Our brave Captain Jones, to his men he did say: 
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"Let ev'ryman fight a good battle today. 
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We'll take that bold convoy in the height of her pride, 
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'Fore the Richard shall founder and sink in the tide.
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Hurrah! Our country forever, hurrah! 

Verse 4:
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The battle rolled on until bold Pearson cried: 
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"Have you struck your colors?  Then come along side." 
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But so far from thinkin' the battle was won, 
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John-Paul Jones replied:  "I have not yet begun" 


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Hurrah! Our country forever, hurrah! 

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We fought them four glasses, four glasses so hot, 
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Till fifty bold sailors lay dead on the spot, 
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And fifty-five others lay stretched in their gore, 
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While the thundering cannons most fiercely did roar. 


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Hurrah! Our country forever, hurrah! 

Verse 6:
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The Alliance bore down and the Richard did rake, 
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Which caused the bold hearts of our seamen to ache; 
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But our shot flew so hot, that they couldn't stand long, 
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And the brave British colours came finally down. 

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Hurrah! Our country forever, hurrah!