Song of the Privateer
Song of the Privateer.
Away o’er the boundless sea,
With steady hearts and free,
We man the Sumter, we;
Who for the South and liberty,
Are ready all to die!
Fiercely we cleave the ocean foam,
To catch the Yankees going home,
Is the reason that we roam,
Ever mindful of our home,
Which they to destroy come!
Fighting bravely to the last,
From Abe’s cruisers running fast,
Our flag is nailed upon the mast;
And ’ere this wanton war is past,
We’ll to the earth their commerce cast!
When there’s an enemy in sight,
Oh ’tis then our hearts are light,
Rising boldly in our might,
Eager for the holy fight,
To battle nobly for the right!
And when our bloody work is done,
We sit us down at set of sun,
And then recount what glorious fun,
It was to see the Yankees run,
And strike their flag e’er the fight begun!