The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit read more

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.
. . . .
The flames roll'd on--he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

Build up your creditBuild up your self esteemBuild up your bank accountMoving up in the sceneEveryone's living the American Dream read more

Build up your creditBuild up your self esteemBuild up your bank accountMoving up in the sceneEveryone's living the American Dream so we canBuild up an armyAnd SMASH it to pieces!

Out where the handclasp's a little stronger,
Out where the smile swells a little longer,
That's where read more

Out where the handclasp's a little stronger,
Out where the smile swells a little longer,
That's where the West begins.

The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted read more

The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor
of to-morrow.

My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.

My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.

Too many of us look upon Americans as dollar chasers. This is a
cruel libel, even if it is read more

Too many of us look upon Americans as dollar chasers. This is a
cruel libel, even if it is reiterated thoughtlessly by the
Americans themselves.

Yet, still, from either beach,
The voice of blood shall reach,
More audible than speech,
read more

Yet, still, from either beach,
The voice of blood shall reach,
More audible than speech,
"We are one!"

Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the read more

Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the Yser,
'Tis sweethearts of glory,
'Tis lads who are unafraid!
Ferryman ho!

Asylum of the oppressed of every nation.

Asylum of the oppressed of every nation.