Our Brave Little Volunteer - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Our Brave Little Volunteer. Copyright, 1887, by M. Witmark & Sons, N. Y. Words and music by Miss Jennie Lindsay. 
Hurrah! hurrah! for our gallant yacht, The pride of the water blue; Hurrah! hurrah! for General Paine, Hurrah! for her skipper and crew. We hold the cup, we'll not give it up, It belongs to our Yankees, too; The pride of all American hearts, Is our Volunteer so true. 
Chorus. We take the lead, we can't be beat, And we are bound we will ever retain; The honors we won honestly No country on the earth from us shall gain. We don't undertake, we appreciate The Scotch cutter Thistle, her captain and his crew, But our Yankee pet, the cup holds yet, Our gallant Volunteer-(hurrah! hurrah!) 
We have boats upon our waters, None with us can compete; They've tried it time and time again, Still we never yet were beat; We hold our own, and do intend No foreign land will claim The honors we have justly won, For we'll keep our cup and name.-Chorus. 
Johnny Bull sent the Genesta over, Not very long ago; She thought she'd be in clover, But some great work we did show. The Puritain fair, sixteen to spare, She now 'mid thousands cheers; So let foreigners boast, we'll clear the coast With our little Volunteer. 
Patriotic Chorus. The Volunteer is the gem of the ocean, The pride of our country so free, The shrine of each American's devotion, We offer our homage to thee. The beauty and boast of the Atlantic, To the hearts of our nation ever dear; Success to your commander, crew and skipper, Three cheers for our little Volunteer.