From the recording Pacific Northwest Bound

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Lyrics

Twas on the glorious 4th of June
At 10 o'clock in the fore-noon
That we sailed out of Boston Bay
That we sailed out of Boston Bay
For to fight the Chesapeake boys

Well the Chesapeake mounted 49 guns
With 420 of Columbia's picked sons
The Yankees thought they would never run
The Yankees thought they would never run
They being all picked Yankee heroes

Well the Shannon mounted guns the same
With fewer men but of greater fame
To beat those Yankees it was their aim
To beat those Yankees it was their aim
To show them Rule Britannia

Up spoke our gallant Captain Broke
To beat those Yankees it is no joke
Your guns sponge well and make them tell
For Yankees they don't like the smell
Of British balls and powder