From The Depths
On The Destruction of the Battle Ship "Maine"
You have heard the cry from Havana.
The cry from that blood-stained wave,
And the sobs of widows and orphans
Who weep o'er that wreck-strewn grave.
The cry from that blood-stained wave,
And the sobs of widows and orphans
Who weep o'er that wreck-strewn grave.
The lost were your countrymen—brothers;
Does each passionate heart throb long
To spill the lifeblood of the Nation,
To avenge, if need be, their wrong?
Does each passionate heart throb long
To spill the lifeblood of the Nation,
To avenge, if need be, their wrong?
You gladly would leave home and kindred,
To war with a foreign foe;
Even welcome the wounds and the hardships
To return such a cowardly blow.
To war with a foreign foe;
Even welcome the wounds and the hardships
To return such a cowardly blow.
We love this broad land of freedom,
Spread out 'neath the red and white bars;
An army would march to defend it
From each state in the blue field of stars.
Spread out 'neath the red and white bars;
An army would march to defend it
From each state in the blue field of stars.
But another cry, (who has not heard it?)
Comes up from a dark, surging wave,
Strewn with wrecks of homes and affections,
For the dead and the living a grave.
Comes up from a dark, surging wave,
Strewn with wrecks of homes and affections,
For the dead and the living a grave.
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