Classic Poem

Our Fair Steamer cuts swiftly the wave,
And her smoke tells our track on the sky,
As we steer where the noble and brave
Once assembled to conquer and die!
And still hallow'd to us is the spot,
Where Liberty first gave her smile,
Nor be the Palmetto Fort ever forgot
As we gather to Sullivan's Isle.
Then Hurrah for our Sullivan's Isle!
Hurrah for our Sullivan's Isle!
Nor be the Palmetto Fort ever forgot,
As we gather to Sullivan's Isle!

Oh, Fair Steamer, be true on our seas,
For the gentle and lovely are here,
The wan infant revives at the breeze,
And the young mother wipes off her tear.
When thou bearest the aged and young,
To where health brings its ravishing smile,
Let not the Palmetto Fort e'er be unsung,
As we gather to Sullivan's Isle!
Then Hurrah for our Sullivan's Isle!
Hurrah for our Sullivan's Isle!
Let not the Palmetto Fort e'er be unsung,
As we gather to Sullivan's Isle.