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The Man Behind The Gun Post by :kongu Category :Poems Author :Myrtle Reed Date :November 2011 Read :3726

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The Man Behind The Gun

Now let the eagle flap his wings
And let the cannon roar,
For while the conquering bullet sings
We pledge the commodore.
First battle of a righteous war
Right royally he won,
But here's a health to the jolly tar--
To the man behind the gun!

Now praise be to the flag-ship's spars--
To the captain in command,
And honour to the Stripes and Stars
For whose defence they stand;
And for the pilot at his wheel
Let the streams of red wine run,
But here's a health to the man of steel--
The man behind the gun!

Here's to the man who does not swerve
In the face of any foe;
Here's to the man of iron nerve,
On deck and down below;
Here's to the man whose heart is glad
When the battle has begun;
Here's to the health of that daring lad--
To the man behind the gun!

Now let the Stars and Stripes float high
And let the eagle soar;
Until the echoes make reply
We pledge the commodore.
Here's to the chief and here's to war,
And here's to the fleet that won,
And here's a health to the jolly tar--
To the man behind the gun!

(The end)
Myrtle Reed's poem: Man Behind The Gun

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