Sheet Music Lyrics

The last of the Alabama
Words & music: Eastburn

Off Cherbourg Port one summer day
Our noble ship the Kearsarge lay
Quite anxious her respects to pay
Unto the Alabama
She had as bold and brave a crew
As ever sail'd o'er ocean blue
Whose hearts were bent on "putting through"
The pirate Alabama

Brave Captain Semmes had saild the sea
O'er many a merchant vessel he
Had won a brilliant victory
With his great Alabama
He had a thieving British crew
Who unto nature's instinct true
Could pillage, rob and murder too
Upon his Alabama

Her guns were cast in British sand
By British sailors they were manned
And British shipwrights built and planned
Thie pirate Alabama
And let the truth be plainly told
How she was bought with British gold
By British merchants armed and coaled
This pirate Alabama

So Captain Semmes quite confident
That British crews was excellent
Sent out a challenge insolent
From his great Alabama
And boastingly did he aver
He'd meet the Kearsarge, punish her
And "thrashing sound" administer
With his dear Alabama

Poor devil! little had he thought
The combat which he had besought
Could end in victory for aught
Save his great Alabama
So steaming outward in the bay
To where the gallant Kearsarge lay
Went dashing from her bow the spray
The pirate Alabama

The ship for action was prepared
The "Stars and stripes" raised overhead
From cannons mouth a ball was sped
Unto the Alabama
Then flew a storm of iron hail
Which caused the pirate crew to quail
As "Winslow" boldly did assail
The pirate Alabama

The battle raged an hour or so
When Captain Semmes began to show
That he had met his overthrow
And lost his Alabama
Then "Winslow" in her hull, did pour
A broadside as she steered for shore
She sunk, and Semmes shall never more
Behold his Alabama

The coward "Deerhound" now bereft
Of hope, commenced her sneaking theft
And stole what pris'ners we had left
From the great Alabama
A day of reck'ning yet will come
When Yankee fife, and Yankee drum
Will cause the British to succumb
And give up Alabama

Now Britishers do you beware
And don't to combat Yankee's dare
Or you perhaps the fate may share
Of Semmes' Alabama
For "Uncle Sam" will never stand
And insult on the sea or land
The mand and ships at his command
Can sink all Alabama's

Refrain:
Then mesmates let your voices swell
And let us now in the music tell
Of |Winslow" whom we love so well
Who sunk the Alabama