From the recording Pacific Northwest Bound

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Lyrics

Our guns and grape were well deployed
Her wheel and headsail we destroyed
Their captain cried his final noise
sayin' don't give up the ship me boys
And our own brave captain fell wounded

Bold Wallace being next in command
So boldly on the deck did stand
Sayin' fire on brave b'ys the day is our own
Since Bunker Hill brought forth a groan
The Chesapeake is falling

We had but 10 minutes work to do
While Yankee bullets around us flew
We boarded her down her colours drew
We boarded her down her colours drew
And stuck her to the Shannon

To Halifax Harbour we sailed our prize
And all recall the cheers the cries
For blood and gore stained both broadsides
Aye blood and gore stained both broadsides
Of the Chesapeake and the Shannon