Heroes of the Fleet

"September the tenth, full well I ween In eighteen hundred and thirteen, The weather mild, the sky serene, Commanded by bold Perry, Our saucy fleet at anchor lay In safety, moor'd at Put-in Bay; 'Twixt sunrise and the break of day, The British fleet We chanced to meet; Our admiral thought he would them greet With a welcome on Lake Erie." —Old Song

"Let shouts of victory for laurels won Give place to grief for Lawrence, Valor's son. The warrior who was e'er his country's pride Has for that country bravely, nobly died." —Lines published in June, 1813.