Cannon-balls may aid the truth But thought's a weapon stronger; We'll win our battles by its aid, Wait a little longer.

There's a good time coming, boys! A good time coming.

The smallest effort is not lost, Each wavelet on the ocean tost Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow; Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow; Each struggle lessen…

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.