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Remember the Liberty

To the tune of “Skye Boat Song”

       
                   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 vessel's 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 colored 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
                   Soon colored 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
                   Soon colored the sea
                   And many good men would die.

                   Somehow they broke through
                   The electronic gag;
                   Our warplanes were on the 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 colored the sea
                   And many good men would die.

                   Now too many people 
                   Had learned of the crime;
                   The killers were 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 colored 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 touched you and me
                   And left on us all a stain.

                   David Martin

 

 

 

 

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