Her history written on heaven high, by every sailor
who suffered and died, their inheritance to every sailor alive,
guard liberty, nurture with pride, represent her principles, worldwide.
Her standards, shimmering gold, and deep blue,
her sailors are mighty, her colors are true.
Her pride is in ships, they rule the seas, her mission, one purpose,
to keep us free.
She rides quietly, scanning the deep, in tandem with her sister,
the silent fleet.
With nary a shudder she displays her might, with powerful
guns echoing into the night.
Her birds rule the air with majesty and grace, they stand ready,
for whatever, they face.
When going ashore, she calls upon her Corps, the toughest,
the meanest, on any shore.
When ordered to war, they fear no regime, the pride of the nation,
the fearless Marines.
Though not all is perfect in her wake, her sailors and marines
have what it takes.
She holds her banner high, still first rate, she is a lady,
she learns from mistakes.
So give her the salute she so richly deserves,
she is your Navy, to protect, and to serve. |
