Show TillS BATTLE OF OP TilE THE BALTIC two we were two A little old old fellow and a lad of I i iThe II I The beat to battle With a rattle rattle rattle And A d a And ADd then the ships were ready and they set to work with glee At the tattle battle of the Baltic on the I j waves of ot sea i I We Ye were at the fight tight together In tie die days of I With our hearts hurts aa as light as feather i Under skies of April blue bluel I At the battle hattle of ot the Baltic came the noble ships in line And Hd some were made of ot shingles and some Borne were chips of pine i iThe i The trumpets raised a rumpus With their I grampus I With VUlt their crying and their sighing And the groaning of the dying Then the little decks were bloody and the little ships went down downIn downIn dOwnIn I In the swirl of ot waters t Tty by bythe y I the shores borell of ot Boyhood Town We e were ware at the fight tight together I I You with eyes eye of ot lad ashine And the fog of winter weather w ther i In IR these fading eyes of mine i At the battle of ot the Baltic Bailie you were Admiral of the Rear I And I was WaB at the looking down II upon you dear d ar Came the stately flagship soaring i Came the guns of ot conflict roaring And the rattle rattle rattle I Of U the e drums that beat of battle on that day you played 1 with me meA meA meA A little hittie lightheart fellow by the waves of ot sea We were at the fight together And ADd the shingle ships were fine And ADd our hearts heart were light as feather When ben the shingle whipped the pine Baltimore Sun I |