But Woe Awaits A Country When She

Tell That To The Marines - The Sailors Won't Believe It.

Alas!... What Is It, Valiant Knight, Save An Offering Of Sacrifice To A Demon Of Vain Glory, And A Passing Through The Fire Of Moloch? What Remains To You As A Prize Of All The Blood You Have Spilled, Of All The Travail And Pain You Have Endured, Of All The Tears Which Your Deeds Have Caused, When Death Hath Broken The Strong Man's Spear, And Overtaken The Speed Of His War-horse?

Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has Its Billet

God In His Goodness Sent The Grapes To Cheer Both Great And Small; Little Fools Will Drink Too Much And Great Fools None At All!

O Come Ye In Peace Here, Or Come Ye In War, Or To Dance At Our Bridal, Young Lord Lochinvar?