Remember the Liberty

                          

                              To the tune of The Skye Boat Song

 

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                                    Old Glory she flew

                                    Over waters of blue

                                    Under a cloudless sky,

                                    But foul treachery

                                    Soon colored the sea

                                    And many good men would die.

 

                                    While desperate battle

                                    Was raging nearby

                                    Over an ancient land,

                                    The vessels crew members

                                    Could never have dreamed

                                    What others for them had planned.

 

                                    Old Glory she flew

                                    Over waters of blue

                                    Under a cloudless sky,

                                    But foul treachery

                                    Soon swallowed the sea

                                    And many good men would die.

 

                                    For hours they came

                                    The Israeli planes,

                                    Surveying the ship below.

                                    That this was the boat

                                    Of their closest ally

                                    Was impossible not to know.

 

                                    Old Glory she flew

                                    Over waters of blue

                                    Under a cloudless sky,

                                    But foul treachery

                                    Would swallow the sea

                                    And many good men would die.

 

                                    Then cold-blooded murder

                                    Rained down from the sky

                                    The cries for help purposely stilled.

                                    The brutes left no doubt

                                    The siege would go on

                                    Till everyone had been killed.

 

                                    Old Glory she flew

                                    Over waters of blue

                                    Under a cloudless sky,

                                    But foul treachery

                                    Enveloped the sea

                                    And many good men would die.

 

                                    Somehow they broke through

                                    The electronic gag;

                                    Our warplanes were on their way,

                                    But then came the greatest

                                    Stab in the back:

                                    They were called back by LBJ.

 

Old Glory she flew

                                    Over waters of blue

                                    Under a cloudless sky,

                                    But foul treachery

                                    Soon swallowed the sea

                                    And many good men would die.

 

                                    Now too many people

                                    Had learned of the crime;

                                    The killer was forced to stop short.

                                    With a gaping torpedo

                                    Hole in her side,

                                    The victim limped back to port.

 

                                    Old Glory she flew

                                    Over waters of blue

                                    Under a cloudless sky,

                                    But foul treachery

                                    Soon swallowed the sea

                                    And many good men would die.

 

                                    What happened that day

                                    Was a sinister scheme

                                    That they’ve tried to this day to hide.

                                    The men were the victims

                                    Of a covert plot

                                    With the code name of CYANIDE.

 

                                    With politics played

                                    Our men were betrayed

                                    This foul treachery

                                    Has touched you and me

                                    And left on us all a stain.

                                    This foul treachery

                                    Has reached you and me

                                    And left on us all a stain.

 

                                    David Martin

 

 

 

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