From ille Laurel.

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Written when there was some talk about dismantling

 the glorious old ship Constitution Ay: pdli her tattered ensign down.

 Long has it waved on high, And many heart has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout,

 And burst the eannon's roar- The meteor of the ocean air

 Shall sweep the clouds no inore. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood. Where knelt the vanquished foe, " hen winds were hurrying OCT the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the conqueror's tread, ...0r know the conquered knee, The hafpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea. Oh better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave. Nail to the mast her holy flag,

 Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms The lightning and the gale!