Remember
the Liberty
To the tune of The Skye Boat Song
(All
rights reserved)
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 theyÕve 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.
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