by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And burst the cannon’s roar;—
The meteor of the ocean air
Shall sweep the clouds no more!
Her deck, once red with heroes’ blood
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were hurrying o’er the flood
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor’s tread,
Or know the conquered knee;—
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
O, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every thread-bare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,—
The lightning and the gale!
For my Grandfather, Emil.
When Grandpa was the young foreman of a steamfitters shop, he built and repaired steam locomotives for the Milwaukee Road railroad. "Old Ironsides" was the nickname of the great ship USS Constitution, famous for its role in the War of 1812 and for its indestructibility. Grandpa loved this poem and recited it at every opportunity when requested, even when he was elderly and near death with very advanced Alzheimer's disease.