From Bunker Hill to Yorktown
They waged a sacred fray:
Oh Sons of Iron Men give ye not
Your heritage away.
By commerce, mart and culture
Ye’ve raised a mighty state;
But ’ware the pampered spirit,
Ere ye ’ware the worst too late.
By commerce, mart and culture
Thrive ye forevermore,
But hold ye to the Iron Age—
The Iron Age of War.
With rugged heart and sinew—
With spirit stern and high,
Keep ye the ways o’ warrior days—
The days that may not die.
Keep ye the ways o’ warrior days,
Maintain the armor bright,
For where ye’ve raised your fathers blazed—
Hold ye their honor white.
That through the unborn years to come—
Unpampered, age on age—
Shall guarded stand their promised land—
Our Sacred Heritage.
THE ADJUSTING HOUR
Just the Adjusting Hour,
With nobody else around,
And you sort o’ straighten things a bit,
Beginning right down at the ground.
Just the Adjusting Hour,
When plans have gone askew,
And you stand with your back to the fire—
And only your God and you.