Ben Backstay loved the gentle Anna,
Constant as purity was she,
Her honey words, like succ'ring manna,
Cheer'd him each voyage he made to sea.

One fatal morning saw them parting,
While each the other's sorrow dried,
They, by the tear that then was starting,
Wow'd to be constant till they died.

At distance from his Anna's beauty,
While howling winds the sky deform,
Ben sighs, and well performs his duty,
And braves for love the frightful storm.

Alas, in vain —the vessel batter'd,
On a rock splitting, open'd wide;
While lacerated, torn, and shatter’d,
Ben thought of Anna, sigh'd, and died.

The semblance of each charming feature,
That Ben had worn around his neck,
Where art stood substitute for nature,
A tar, his friend, saved from the wreck.

In fervent hope, while Anna, burning,
Blush’d as she wish'd to be a bride,
The portrait came—joy turn'd to mourning—
She saw, grew pale, sunk down, and died.

Ye Parliament of England,
ye Lord and Commons too,
Consider well what you're about,
what you're about to do.
For you're to war with Yankees,
and I'm sure you'll rue the day
You roused the Sons of Liberty
in North America!

You first confined our commerce,
And said our ships shan't trade,
You next impressed our seamen,
And used them as your slaves;
You then insulted Rodgers,
While ploughing o'er the main,
And had we not declared war,
You'd have done it o'er again.

You tho’t our frigates were but few,
And Yankees could not fight,
Until brave Hull your Guerrière took,
And banished her from your sight.
The Wasp then took your Frolic,
We'll nothing say to that,
The Poictiers being of the line
Of course she took her back.

The next, your Macedonian,
No finer ship could swim,
Decatur took her gilt work off,
And then he sent her in.
The Java, by a Yankee ship
Was sunk you all must know;
The Peacock fine, in all her plume,
By Lawrence down did go.

Then, next you sent your Boxer,
To box us all about,
But we had an Enterprising brig
That boxed your Boxer out;
She boxed her up to Portland,
And moored her off the town,
To show the sons of liberty
The Boxer of renown.

The next upon Lake Erie,
Where Perry had some fun,
You own he beat your naval force,
And caused them for to run;
This was to you & sore defeat,
The like ne'er known before
Your British squadron beat complete
Some took, some run ashore.

There's Rodgers, in the President,
Will burn, sink, and destroy;
The Congress, on the Brazil coast,
Your commerce will annoy;
The Essez, in the South Seas,
Will put out all your lights,
The flag she waves at her mast-head-
"Free Trade and Sailors' Rights."

Ah the bully boat is coming
Don't you hear the paddles rolling?
Ch: Rando, rando, hooray, hooray
Ah the bully boat is coming
Don't you hear the paddles rolling?
Ch: Rando, rando, ray

Ah! the bully boat is coming,
Down the Mississippi floating.

As I walked out one May morning
To hear the steam-boat rolling.