OUR BOYS ARE MARCHING ON. CHORUS. Blue and Gray are now united; Marching on to fields of glory; We heard the voice of wailing, - Cuba writhing in her pain; "Deliver us, your neighbors, from the clutch of cruel Spain." We are coming, Cuba libre, to redeem you and the Maine, Old Glory's marching on! CHORUS. Spain must go, and go forever; Cuba's chains the sword must sever; Yanks and Johnnies falter never, · Together marching on. Marching on to fields of glory; Marching on to deeds of glory; Sing again the dear old story, - There's a breeze from off the ocean, bringing mem There is glory for our Navy, and for Spain the die is cast, Our Navy's sailing on! CHORUS. Sailing on, with Dewey sailing; Glory, glory for our Navy; Hear the echoes from our Navy; -John H. Jewett. BATTLE SHIP AND TORPEDO - BOAT. Battle-ship and Torpedo-boat. SMOOTH and lean, they have stripped her clean Down to her leering guns. A-weather and lee she smashes the sea With her weight of ten thousand tons, A-wash, half-drowned, we speed around For she must see, ere her fangs are free, That she may begin to bite, And we laugh where we lie, at the blundering eye That misses us in the night. They have freighted her with five hundred men; She is fierce with rifled guns; But she cannot mark, as she rolls in the dark, The death that comes and runs. We flit as a mist-wreath on the sea, And ere her topmen leap We have struck and fled, and the riven dead Are sucked in the whirling deep. -J. W. M. The Twins in the Turret. FIRST RIFLE. CAN you see her, O my brother? Can you sight her through the rack? Is that streak across the smother Coal smoke trailing from a stack? Do you hear how louder, clearer Sounds the throbbing of our screws? When we come a little nearer, Which of us shall hail her? Choose! SECOND RIFLE. Let me send a brief opinion Of the murders on the Maine; Of the Eagle's new dominion, When we've closed accounts with Spain,— There, they've passed the word to crowd her, Here's our squad, too, on the run. Glad we've got this smokeless powder. Now, look out,—you'll see the fun. FIRST RIFLE. Are you ready, brother, ready With your thunderbolt of steel? THE TWINS IN THE TURRET. Have they got your bearings steady? SECOND RIFLE. All hell's loose; there's no use talking. -John Paul Bocock. |