“The Havannah ho! the Havannah ho!”
King G EORGE of England cries,
“Who fights for me, now Spain with France
Is joined in great emprise?
“Stout A LBEMARLE have I sent out,
Sailing from Portsmouth Town,
And close by the walls of Morro Castle
He steadfastly sits down.
“Come, you who on the yesterday
Gave the Canadas to me,
Come forth to-day, and gain the Havannah
Over the foamy sea!”
“Now I who fought for you with France,”
Says I SRAEL P UTNAM bold,
“Will fight as yesterday at Quebec
Against proud Spain's stronghold;
“And we who plucked that Lily of France
Will pluck this Flower of Spain!”
And thereupon this bold P UTNAM
Goes sailing the foamy main.
“The Havannah ho! the Havannah ho!”
He sails until he hears
From all the shore about Morro Castle
A LBEMARLE'S mighty cheers.
What lies beleaguered in the town
Will neither do nor dare;
Stout A LBEMARLE has hard and fast
The snarling Spaniard there.
“Come now,” says I SRAEL P UTNAM bold,
“Wolves have I caught before;
Give me a sword, give me a pistol,
And I will catch one more.”
Stout A LBEMARLE gives him a pistol,
A sword in hand also.
And side by side the stout and bold
At the Wolf of Spain they go.
They fight him in, they fight him out,
They clip each claw and fang;
From Monday noon till Saturday's moon
That wicked beast they bang.
“Hold hard! hold hard!” cries the snarling Spaniard,
“Though two to one we be,
Here is my flag, here is my sword,
And here my treasury.”
Stout A LBEMARLE he takes the sword,
The treasure, too, he takes;
Its station high above the Havannah
Spain's once proud flag forsakes.
Loud mourns King C HARLES this frosty fate,
Loud mourns Lewis of France,
“The Canadas—the Havannah—gone!”
They join in a doleful dance.
Bold P UTNAM and stout A LBEMARLE ,
What measures fair they tread!—
Quebec and Morro Castle lost
Leave foes full ill bestead.
King G EORGE of England long laughs he
As P UTNAM'S hand he takes,
He laughs at France, laughs loud at Spain
As A LBEMARLE'S he shakes.
So always shall the enemy
Bend low his boasty pride,
When A LBEMARLE and P UTNAM , too,
Go fighting side by side.
Ten thousand year let it be clear,
Ten thousand year and a day,
Ere those who take the Havannah
Bear them another way!
King G EORGE of England cries,
“Who fights for me, now Spain with France
Is joined in great emprise?
“Stout A LBEMARLE have I sent out,
Sailing from Portsmouth Town,
And close by the walls of Morro Castle
He steadfastly sits down.
“Come, you who on the yesterday
Gave the Canadas to me,
Come forth to-day, and gain the Havannah
Over the foamy sea!”
“Now I who fought for you with France,”
Says I SRAEL P UTNAM bold,
“Will fight as yesterday at Quebec
Against proud Spain's stronghold;
“And we who plucked that Lily of France
Will pluck this Flower of Spain!”
And thereupon this bold P UTNAM
Goes sailing the foamy main.
“The Havannah ho! the Havannah ho!”
He sails until he hears
From all the shore about Morro Castle
A LBEMARLE'S mighty cheers.
What lies beleaguered in the town
Will neither do nor dare;
Stout A LBEMARLE has hard and fast
The snarling Spaniard there.
“Come now,” says I SRAEL P UTNAM bold,
“Wolves have I caught before;
Give me a sword, give me a pistol,
And I will catch one more.”
Stout A LBEMARLE gives him a pistol,
A sword in hand also.
And side by side the stout and bold
At the Wolf of Spain they go.
They fight him in, they fight him out,
They clip each claw and fang;
From Monday noon till Saturday's moon
That wicked beast they bang.
“Hold hard! hold hard!” cries the snarling Spaniard,
“Though two to one we be,
Here is my flag, here is my sword,
And here my treasury.”
Stout A LBEMARLE he takes the sword,
The treasure, too, he takes;
Its station high above the Havannah
Spain's once proud flag forsakes.
Loud mourns King C HARLES this frosty fate,
Loud mourns Lewis of France,
“The Canadas—the Havannah—gone!”
They join in a doleful dance.
Bold P UTNAM and stout A LBEMARLE ,
What measures fair they tread!—
Quebec and Morro Castle lost
Leave foes full ill bestead.
King G EORGE of England long laughs he
As P UTNAM'S hand he takes,
He laughs at France, laughs loud at Spain
As A LBEMARLE'S he shakes.
So always shall the enemy
Bend low his boasty pride,
When A LBEMARLE and P UTNAM , too,
Go fighting side by side.
Ten thousand year let it be clear,
Ten thousand year and a day,
Ere those who take the Havannah
Bear them another way!