ON THE LAUNCHING OF THE FRIGATE CONSTITUTION

The builders had the ship prepared,

And near her stood a triple guard,

For fear of secret foes.

Some, tiptoe stood to see her start,

And would have said, with all their heart,

In raptures, there she goes!

The stubborn ship, do what they could,

Convinced them, she was made of wood

Though plann'd with art supreme;

All art, all force the ship defy'd —

Nor brilliant day, nor top of tide

Could urge her to the stream.

Some, with their airs aristocratic,

And some with honors diplomatic,

Advanced to see the show:

In vain the builder to her call'd —

In vain the shipwrights pull'd and haul'd —

She could not — would not go.

Each anti-federal, with a smile

Observed the yet unfloating pile

As if he meant to say,

Builder, no doubt, you know your trade,

A constitution you have made

But should her ways have better laid.

Well now to heave the ship afloat,

To move from this unlucky spot,

Take our advice, and give them soon,

What should have long ago been done,

Amendments — You Know What.