"Marine's Hymn"
From the Halls of Montezuma,
To the shores of Tripoli,
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom,
and to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title of UNITED STATES MARINE.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun.
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun.
In the snow of far off northern lands
and in sunny tropic scenes,
You will find us always on the job,
THE UNITED STATES MARINES.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve.
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve.
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes,
They will find the streets are guarded by
UNITED STATES MARINES
HOOOYYYYAAAAHHHH!!!!!
FReegards...MUD
Out of the mud, Ol' Mudboy sprang...
And verily spat on Slick, where's the guards?!
Ol' Mudboy Slim put Slick off his game...
By hailing cheerily, "Justice's nigh!!"
I know pretty well that Slick's in a bind...
House'll give the Senate a Redemption Day.
I know pretty well...we'll mold the Nation's Mind...
Then Clinton will go to Prison some day!!
Robert Frost, 1933...FReeped by MUD 8/6/00