Let's drink a toast to the admiral,
and here's to the captain bold,
and glory more for the commodore,
when the deeds of might are told.
They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck,
when the great shells roar and pound,
and never they fear when the foe is near
to lay their orders down--
But off with your hats and three times three
for every sailor's son,
for the men below who fight the foe,
oh, the men behind the guns.
Their hearts a-pounding heavy when