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At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, / On board of the cumberland, sloop-of-war; / And at times from the fortress across the bay / The alarum of drums swept past, / Or a bugle blast / From the camp on the shore.
Then far away to the south uprose / A little feather of snow-white smoke, / And we knew that the iron ship of our foes / Was steadily steering its course / To try the force / Of our ribs of oak.