The USS Liberty Song

                                                                   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 strongest 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 attack 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 did 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
                                                                             Enveloped the sea
                                                                             And many good men did 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
                                                                             Enveloped the sea
                                                                             And many good men did 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
                                                                             And thirty-four of them slain.
                                                                             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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