Oh! shipmates, come rally, and join in my ditty. Of a terrible battle that happened of late; Let each good Union-Tar shed a tear of sad pity, As he listens to the once gallant Cumberland's fate. Twas the Eighth day of March told a terrible story. When many a tar to this world bid adieu! But our flag it was wrapt in a mantle of glory, By the heroic deeds of the Cumberlands crew... On that ill-fated day about ten in the morning, The sky it was clear, and bright shone the sun; The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning, Bidding each gallant seaman to stand by his gun. An iron-clad frigate down on us came bearing. While high in the air a rebel flag flew; pennant of treason she proudly was waving. Determined to conquer the Cumberland's crew. So our noble ship fired her guns' dreadful thunder. Her broad-sides, like hail, on the Rebels did pour; But our sailors gazed on, filled with terror and wonder- As the shots struck her sides and glanced harmlessly forth But the pride of our navy could never be daunted, Tho' the dead and the dying her deck they did strew; And the flag of our Union how proudly she flaunted. Sustained by the blood of the Cumberland's crew. 3 hours we fought them with stern resolution, Till the rebels found cannon could never decide; The flag of secession had no power to gall them, Tho' the blood from their scuppers it crimson'd the tide, As they struck us on mid-ship, our planks she did sever, Her sharp iron prong pierced our noble ship And still, though she splintered and twisted hard over, We'll die at our guns! cried the Cumberland's crew. Softly... So slowly they sank 'Neath Virginia's dark waters, Their voices on earth will ne'er be heard more They'll be mourned by Columbia's brave sons and fair daughters! May their blood be avenged on Virginia's shore!- In their battle-stained graves they are silently lying- Their souls have forever to each bid adieu! But the star-spangled banner above them is still flying; For it was nailed to the mast by the Cumberland's crew.
Oh! shipmates, come rally, and join in my ditty.
Of a terrible battle that happened of late;
Let each good Union-Tar shed a tear of sad pity,
As he listens to the once gallant Cumberland's fate.
Twas the Eighth day of March told a terrible story.
When many a tar to this world bid adieu!
But our flag it was wrapt in a mantle of glory,
By the heroic deeds of the Cumberlands
crew...
On that
ill-fated day about ten in the morning,
The sky it was clear, and bright shone the
sun;
The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning, Bidding
each gallant seaman to stand by his gun.
An
iron-clad frigate down on us came bearing.
While high in the air a rebel flag flew;
pennant of treason she proudly was
waving.
Determined to conquer the Cumberland's crew.
So our noble ship fired her guns' dreadful thunder.
Her broad-sides, like hail, on the Rebels did
pour; But our
sailors gazed on, filled with terror and
wonder- As the
shots struck her sides and glanced harmlessly forth
But the
pride of our navy could never be
daunted,
Tho' the dead and the dying her deck they did strew;
And the
flag of our Union how proudly she
flaunted.
Sustained by the blood of the Cumberland's
crew.
3 hours we fought them with stern resolution,
Till the rebels found cannon could never decide; The flag of secession had no power to gall them,
Tho' the blood from their scuppers it crimson'd the tide,
As they struck us on mid-ship, our planks she did sever, Her sharp iron prong pierced our noble ship
And still, though she splintered and twisted hard over, We'll die at our guns! cried the Cumberland's
crew.
Softly... So slowly they sank 'Neath Virginia's dark waters,
Their voices on earth will ne'er be heard more
They'll be mourned by Columbia's brave sons and fair
daughters! May their
blood be avenged on Virginia's shore!-
In their battle-stained graves they are silently lying-
Their souls have forever to each bid adieu!
But the star-spangled banner above them is still flying;
For it was nailed to the mast by the Cumberland's crew.
Fantastic. I had thought that this would be a cool song for the Johns to cover, but apparently they already did years ago.
I live in Alexandria, Louisiana and I say this “LONG LIVE THE UNION AND THE CUMBERLAND’S CREW”
I say this from Atlanta Georgia, LONG LIVE THE UNION
It's really lovely to hear a high whistle that's not been perfectly tuned 😂
It's semi impossible to get them in perfect pitch...
Makes me want to get the boys together and march on Richmond.
Why isn't this on an album yet???
So many instruments :)
I love you guys
Union Forever.
Is that Andy with the whistle?
Yes it is.
@@grahamedarley5106 dang, he has changed
He can play anything! Even a rubber hose pipe base! Neat.