Drums of the Fleet

On the ill-fated day, about ten in the morning,
The sky it was clear and bright shone the sun.
The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning
That told every seaman to stand by his gun.

Then an ironclad frigate down on us came bearing,
And high in the air the Rebel flag fiew.
The pennant of treason she proudly was wearing,
Determined to conquer the Cumberland's crew.