The wind blows off yon rocky shore,
Boys, set your sails all free:
And soon the booming cannon's roar
Shall ring out merrily. [bad word] up your bunting, caught a-peak,
And swear, lads, to defend her:
'Gainst every foe, where'er we go,
Our motto "No Surrender " 

Our country calls all hands to arms,
We hear but to obey;
Nor shall home's most endearing charms
Steal one weak thought away.
Our saucy craft shall roam the deep,
We've sworn, lads, to defend her;
Trim, taut and tight, we'll brave the fight.
Our motto "No Surrender" 

Then sling the bowl, drink every soul
toast to the Alabama,
Whate'er our lot, through storm or shot,
Here's success to the Alabama.

Our home is on the mountain wave, 
Our flag floats proudly free;
No boasting despot, tyrant, knave,
Shall [bad word] fair Liberty.
Firmly we'll aid her glorious cause,
We'll die, boys, to defend her;
We'll brave the foe, where'er we go,
Our motto "No Surrender" 

Then sling the bowl, drink every soul
toast to the Alabama,
Whate'er our lot, through storm or shot,
Here's success to the Alabama.

Boys! If perchance it may befall,
When storm of battle raves,
By shot or shell our noble hull
Shall sink beneath the waves,
Yet while a plank to us is left
'til death we will defend her;
Facing the foe, down, down we'll go,
But still cry "No Surrender!"

Then sling the bowl, drink every soul
toast to the Alabama,
Whate'er our lot, through storm or shot,
Here's success to the Alabama.

Whate'er our lot, through storm or shot,
Here's success to the Alabama.

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Nautical Song: an Ode to the CSS Alabama.

"The Alabama. Respectfully dedicated to the gallant Captain Semmes, his officers and Crew, and to the officers and seamen of the C. S. Navy, by E. King, author of the Naval Songs of the South.". (Richmond, 1864).

By E. King (words) and Fitz William Rosier (music).