Across the bay, toward the main,
With hope in each bosom they once again
Launched forth on open sea.
"Each man to his gun!" the commodore cried,
And the warships plowed through the cloven tide,
In the trail of the enemy.
"Full speed ahead! Open fire!"
The commodore's voice rose high'r and high'r,
'Midst smoke and flames to the enemy nigh'r,
The gallant fleet plunged on.