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