Why do you weep over that low grave?
Why? For our country's honor he died!
But other countries do not honor us;
Your tears are for the dead in vain.
Honor we sought they never gave.
We only carry our flag by our side
That through the years it gains impetus
To wipe our tears for all our dead again.
To arms! To arms! Our honor save!
Yet fighting feet now make their stride!
With fists clenched and mouths that cuss
Over ground where the dead has lain.
This is freedom! You cannot enslave!
Give us honor! Give us pride!
We won't stand with blunderbuss!
Still, Tears are for the dead in vain.
"We, the people" our lives gave.
"Gettysburg and Flanders's Fields, side by side".
Repeat and repeat all omnibus,
And wipe our tears for all our dead again.