63. the Port Royal dance.
by R. S. Burk,A Seaman on Board of the Vandalia. Behold, our glorious banner floats gaily in the air;
But four hours since, base traitors swore we could not plant it there;
But brave Dupont he led us on, to fight the vaunting foe,
And soon the rebel standard was in the dust laid low.
When we were seen advancing, they laughed with foolish pride,
Saying that soon our Northern fleet they'd sink beneath the tide;
And with their guns trained carefully, they waited our advance,
And the gallant Wabash soon struck up the music for the dance.
The Susquehanna next in line delivered her broadside;
With deadly aim each shot was sent, and well each gun was plied;
And still our gallant ships advanced, and each one, as she passed,
Poured in her deadly messengers, and foes fell thick and fast.
Each ship advanced in order, each commander wore a smile,
Until the famed Vandalia brought up the rear in style;
And as our guns were shortest, we balanced to the right,
Which brought us to the enemy, the closest in the fight.
Then round the room (Port Royal bay) we took a Highland fling,
And showed them in Fort Walker what loud music we could sing;
And thus we poured in our broadsides, which brought their courage low,
And o'er the rebel batteries soon our Union flag did flow.
Three cheers for gallant Haggarty — he led us safely through;
And three for our loved Whiting — he is the real true blue;
Success to every officer who fought with us that day;
Together may we pass unscathed through many a gallant fray.
A health to every gallant tar who did his duty well;
Peace to the ashes of the dead, who, nobly fighting, fell;
'Twas in a glorious cause they died, the Union to maintain--
We who are left, when called upon, will try it o'er again.