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14 Columbia's ships!—With dauntless prow The tossing deep they tread; The pirates of the Libyan sands Have felt their prowess dread; And the British lion's lordly mane Their victor might confessed, For well their nation's faith and pride They guard on Ocean's breast.

When strong Oppression fiercely frowns, Her eagle rears its crest, And means no bird of air shall pluck His pinions, or his breast; And brightest on the threatening cloud Gleam out her stars of gold; Huzza! for young Columbia's ships— And for her seamen bold!