The skipper stormed and tore his hair, Hauled on his boots and roared at Marden— "Nantucket's sunk and here we are Right over old Marm Hackett’s gard… - James Thomas Fields

Rally round the flag, boys—
Give it to the breeze!
That's the banner that we bore
On the land and seas.
Brave hearts are under it,
Let the traitors brag,
Gallant lads, fire away!
And fight for the flag.
Their flag is but a rag—
Ours is the true one;
Up with the Stars and Stripes! with the new one!
Let our colors fly, boys—
Guard them day and night;
For victory is liberty,
And God will bless the right.

"I’m an owl; you’re another. Sir Critic, good day."
And the barber kept on shaving.

Oh, to be home again, home again, home again!
Under the apple-boughs, down by the mill!