THE FRIGATE CONSTITUTION
To Her Commander
Louis J. Gulliver
†† The old Frigate Constitution
†† Barely missed the Revolution
†† For the men that laid her keel were just too slow,
†† But her deadly metal spittings
†† Won a perfect score of hittings
†† In her later scraps shot out with the same old foe.
†† Well we know from song and story
†† How she crowned herself with glory,
†† Bearing battle‑scars of seafights forty‑two,
†† And she struck her flag to no‑man ‑‑
†† And she always felled her foe‑man ‑‑
†† Till his colors lay bedraggled in the blue.
†† In her class no sail could beat her.
†† 'Twas a thrilling sight to see her
†† As she plowed her way on crest of slapping seas,
†† With her bronzy faces beaming
†† And her colors gaily streaming ‑‑
†† Every thread of canvas bulging to the breeze.
†† When no ship afloat could sink her,
†† And old age began to chink her,
†† Soulless landsmen sought to junk her like a scow.
†† Up rose Poet Holmes to save her
†† When commercial minds would grave her
†† And a hundred million hearts adore her now.
†† Ho!† She's young in strength and beauty!
†† And she's spick‑and‑span for duty!
†† Aye!† from stem to stern, and tip of truck to keel!
†† And the tubs that treat her haughty
†† Still will find her just as naughty
†† As the day her thunders made them rock and reel!
††††††††††††††††††††††† ‑‑ "Poems for Many Minds"
†††††††††††††††††††††††††† by Felix J. O'Neill
†††††††††††††††††††††††††† Schilling Press, Inc.,
The Captainís Clerk