The pride of our armee
And let him tell the glories of
The Coast Artillerie.

About another soldier man I'd like to say a word:
He's neither fish nor flesh nor fowl, but he is a bird,
He finds his way o'er foreign seas by sun and moon and star,
But he could not find his way across the Island of Samar.

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So make way for the web-foot man
The good U. S. Marines.
They need four guides for every man,
Out in the Philippines.



THE RED GUIDON

Come, fill up your glasses. I'll give you a toast.
We'll drink to the red and the blue,
The first in the battle, the last from its post,
Old comrades so faithful and true.
Here's to friends who have passed o'er the last long divide,
Their spirit is still marching on,
As it did in the days when we marched side by side
As we followed the red guidon.

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