The Mercedita: air — the battle of Bull run.Come all you loyal seamen, a song I'll sing to you,
It's of a gallant steamer, now on the ocean's blue;
Her name's the Mercedita, rigged as a barquentine,
A bully ship and a bully crew as ever yet was seen.
Stellwagen is our captain, his knowledge none can doubt,
The prizes we have taken have shown that he's about;
And there's Lieutenant Abbot, beloved by us all,
Then Wilder, Gover, Baldwin, we hope they ne'er will fall.
The next is Mr. Dwyer, no braver man can be;
And then comes Doctor Mason, no kinder man he;
Then Steine and Rogers, they come next, both good men and brave;
A better group of officers ne'er crossed the ocean wave.
The engineers are all the same, just what we seamen like;
There's Doig, Martin, and Munger, who always keep us right.
Another name I'll give you now, none bolder or more sound,
It's Rockefeller puts us through when we are homeward bound.
The gallant Mercedita, with all her gallant crew,
She hoists her flag up to her mast — the red, the white, the blue--
And when the rebel ram struck her, and split her boiler through,
“How are you, Mercedita, and all your noble crew?”
Now here's to the “blue jackets,” the Mercedita's crew,
A nobler lot of sailors ne'er crossed the ocean blue,
And if we meet the enemy, with any chance to win,
We'll go down like the Cumberland, and let our colors swim.
Now to conclude this ditty, and not to detain you long,
We'll all fight for our country, our country right or wrong;
A toast I'll give, to finish, it will please you all, I know,
It's “champagne” to our real friends, and “real pain” to our foe.