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THE SINKING or of THE MAX MAINE let british lion hon lash his tall and russian bear iland stand up and quail while spanish forces now turn pale prom from memories past on the maines mast the eagle screams above the gale our poor poor boys let liberty expand her light prom from off the needless giddy height to guide us now in line of right while strong men arm them for the fight the eagle screams it was a sight our poor poor boys sunk in the night summon in haste the ancient seers prom from babylon rome and chaldea here come webb parsee spartan grand and nena sahib come and stand while eagle screams it was not right our poor poor boys sunk in the night come Geral baldi and william tell the brave six hundred those who fell by riding in the jaws of hell st georges cross it waves in sight they did not perish in the night at valley porge forge in houses old though food was scarce and scant was gold with frost and snow 0 bitter cold the eagle screams yet it was light they did not perish in the night hush hush my noise do not complain because their end it was so tame their names are afe enrolled on glorys 4 fame came theirs was vms no blot theirs was no shame the eagle screams yes you are right yet they were sunken in the night JAMES JAMBS IEL |
