The years are many—aye, three score—
Since these things were, and now once more
(There seems naught else to choose)
Our unfurled martial banners fly
Where broods the blue-gold tropic sky
O'er gun-girt Vera Cruz.
Since these things were, and now once more
(There seems naught else to choose)
Our unfurled martial banners fly
Where broods the blue-gold tropic sky
O'er gun-girt Vera Cruz.
Mars wears his helmet plumed in red,
And men see Glory's laurels spread
By trails of long ago;
While women, clothed in silk or rag,
Pray for their lovers and their flag
Way down in Mexico!
And men see Glory's laurels spread
By trails of long ago;
While women, clothed in silk or rag,
Pray for their lovers and their flag
Way down in Mexico!
GOOD BYE, SWEETHEARTS
(JUNE, 1916)
BACK with your shields, O khaki lads,
O laddies brave and true;
You'll find the "girls you left behind"
Still waiting here for you.
O laddies brave and true;
You'll find the "girls you left behind"
Still waiting here for you.
Upon the far-flung cactus plain
The Stars and Stripes unbind,
And let the Eagle of the North
Scream down the Mexic wind.
The Stars and Stripes unbind,
And let the Eagle of the North
Scream down the Mexic wind.
Wake up the echoes of the south
With "Tennessee's" fair name;
She puts into your strong, young hands
The record of her fame,
With "Tennessee's" fair name;
She puts into your strong, young hands
The record of her fame,
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