作曲 : Traditional
An American frigate, the Richard by name
Mounting guns forty-four, from New York she came.
For to cruising the channel of Old England's fame
With a noble commander, Paul Jones was his name.
Hurrah, our country forever, hurrah
We had not sailed far before two sails we spied
A stout forty-four and a twenty likewise,
And forty boats shipping, all laden with store,
As the convoy stood in for the old Yorkshire shore.
Hurrah, our country forever, hurrah
Our brave Captain Jones, to his men he did say,
“Let every man fight a good battle today
We’ll take that bold convoy in the height of her pride
For the Richard shall founder and sink in the tide”
Hurrah, our country forever, hurrah
The battle rolled on until bold Pierson cried
“Have you struck your colors? Then come alongside”
But so far from thinking the battle was won
John Paul Jones replied, “I have not yet begun!”
Hurrah, our country forever, hurrah
We fought them four glasses, four glasses so hot,
Till fifty bold sailors lay dead on the spot,
And fifty-five others lay stretched in their gore,
While the thundering cannons most fiercely did roar.
Hurrah, our country forever, hurrah
The Alliance bore down and the Richard did rake,
Which caused the bold hearts of our seamen to wake
But our shot flew so hot, that they couldn’t stand long
And the brave British colors came finally down.
Hurrah, our country forever, hurrah