The Wrecking of the Maine.
Words by O E McKenzie.
When the Maine was blown to atoms
It almost took our breath,
To learn that the noble crew
Had met a shocking death;
And we sympathized in sorrow
With the mothers and the wives
Of the gallant men who, by treachery,
Had lost their precious lives.
Now, boys, you know what you're to do;
Get ready for the strife.
And for the Spaniards' cruelty,
We'll make It life for life.
But our President and Hanna
Do not want to have a war,
For fear their friends in Lombard Street
On them would get too sore;
But there are Americans,
Who are going to show to Spain,
That blood alone can pay the debt
For blowing up the Maine.-chorus.