American Old Time Song Lyrics: 59 A Call To Arms

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 59

Home Songster main V01 V02 V03 V04 V05 V06 V07 V08 V09 V10 V11 V12 V13 V14 V15 V16 V17 V18 V19 V20 V21 V22 V23 V24 V25 V26 V27 V28 V29 V30 V31 V32 V33 V34 V35 V36 V37 V38 V39 V40 V41 V42 V43 V44 V45 V46 V47 V48 V49 V50 V51 V52 V53 V54 V55 V56 V57 V58 V59 V60 V61 Support Search

Share page  Visit Us On FB

By Wm. A. Whitehouse, of Newark. V J.

To arms, ye mighty nation, unfurl Old Glory's flag,
And show those Spanish butchers we'll stop their blow and brag
By sweeping down on Cuba, the fair island to set free,
And drive those dirty Spaniards to their land across the sea.

We've heard your cry, brave Cuba, and now we answer back,
Cheer up, brave men and women, we're on the Spaniard's track.
We'll sweep them all before us, and like frightened curs they'll yelp,
When a million Yankees chase them you'll hear them cry for help.

But then they'll never get it, for Europe can't be fooled,
As tyranny and treachery has always been Spain's rule;
Bloodshed, too, has marked their track with robbery all along the route,
Till every province they have ruled at last has kicked them out.

From the bloody Duke of Alva's time to Weyler of latest fame,
They've always played some dirty trick like blowing up the Maine.
Then up and at them, Yankee boys, and brave Cubans jump in line,
We'll both wipe out the rotten crew, and do the Dons up fine.

No more her yellow rag shall fly above fair Cuba's land,
No more her sons and daughters die without our helping hand.
We'll drive her from this western world, and the eagle's wing will flap
With joy and satisfaction when we've wiped her off our map.
Download music lyrics PDF file For Printing with (no ads)
Download music lyrics in RTF file For editing / printing with Word and other editing software.
Download music lyrics as PNG Graphic file For inclusion in DTP etc.