The Red, White And Blue

 Let us honor the dead of our nation,
The sailors, so brave and so true;
The lads who now sleep in the ocean,
Who died for the red, white and blue,
The Battleship Maine is their casket,
Their souls are with God view;
And widows and orphans are mourning
The loss of the red, white and blue.

                        Chorus

Three cheers for the red, white and blue;
Three cheers for the sailor boys true;
Three cheers for our loyal White Squadron,
And three for the red, white and blue.

 
The ironclad Maine at Havana,
Like a monarch of absolute rule,
Undreaming of woe or disaster,
Undreaming of brave or fool,
Lay at rest and at peace in the harbor,
The stars watching o’er her brave crew;
When death and destruction o’ertook her,
And sullied the red, white and blue.

                      Chorus

Then honor the dead of her crew;
Then honor the living and true;
Then honor the loyal White Squadron,
And cheer for the red, white and blue.
 

If treachery’s hand held the missile
That shattered our noble ship Maine,
America’s grieved population
Will discover it even in Spain;
And the God of our fathers, in justice
To the cause of the brave and the true,
Will guide us in wiping dishonor
From our beautiful red, white and blue.

                      Chorus

Three cheers for the red, white and blue;
Three cheers for the sailor boys true;
Three cheers for the loyal White Squadron,
And three for the red, white and blue.

By:  Marian A. Ely