Lay beneath the ocean’s swell,
Like a thousand demons ambushed in the path.
Breasting fierce Pacific gales,
Lo! a little squadron sails,
And the Stars and Stripes are floating from its spars.
It is friendless and alone,
Aids and allies it has none,
But a dauntless chorus sings its dauntless tars:
“We’re ten thousand miles from home;
Ocean’s wastes and wave and foam