Lyrics by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr (poem in the public domain), extended using ChatGPT4
Music by suno.ai
Image by Adobe Firefly
Prompt style: epic, triumphant, nostalgic, militaristic
Prompt lyrics:
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Long has it waved on high,
And many an eye has danced to see
That banner in the sky;
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
The eagle of the sea!
Oh 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 threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
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Yet still her spirit sails the breeze,
Though she may no longer ride,
In hearts of men and tales of seas,
Where honor does abide.
Her ghostly form, though out of sight,
Inspires the bold and free;
The legend of her valiant might
Lives on eternally.
Let future sailors tell her tale,
Of battles fought and won,
Where courage did not bend or fail,
Beneath the blazing sun.
In whispered tones and songs of old,
Her name shall find its place,
A symbol of the strong and bold,
A guide through every chase.
For though her wood may rot away,
Her legacy remains,
A beacon in the darkest day,
Amidst the stormy rains.
So let us honor what she stood,
In war and in repose,
Old Ironsides, forever good,
In verse and noble prose.
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