Hurrah For Roosevelt
Hurrah For Roosevelt
1762
I see a grand old castle
With turret tall and grim,
O’ergrown with climbing ivy
Till you scarce can see within
And it the quaint old ruin
That stands upon the wall,
I seem to hear the knights of old,
In joyous triumphs call
In ancient shining armor
They stand in bright array
Their keen and fashing sabers,
Are ready for the fray
But as they just pass muster
And march forth toward the goal,
A higher power called them
And claimed each warrior’s soul
And still their deeds are written
In the annals of the past
That come to us in whispers,
Or in the trumpets blast
And Washington is marching
With Grant and Lincoln true
And stars and stripes are waving
Their red, their white and blue
The glorious Fourth for freedom,
Its banner sttil displays,
And hearts are warm and young again,
While shouting forth its praise
McKinley has passed muster,
His soul is marching on
With Grant and Lee and Custer
And all the loved ones gone
And Roosevelt is waving
The flag from sea to sea,
Each storm and trial braving
Gallant and brave is he
And while we shout for freedom
And bare each humble head,
Let’s say, hurrah for the living
While we’re mourning for the dead
Jennie PattersonI see a grand old castle
With turret tall and grim,
O’ergrown with climbing ivy
Till you scarce can see within
And it the quaint old ruin
That stands upon the wall,
I seem to hear the knights of old,
In joyous triumphs call
In ancient shining armor
They stand in bright array
Their keen and fashing sabers,
Are ready for the fray
But as they just pass muster
And march forth toward the goal,
A higher power called them
And claimed each warrior’s soul
And still their deeds are written
In the annals of the past
That come to us in whispers,
Or in the trumpets blast
And Washington is marching
With Grant and Lincoln true
And stars and stripes are waving
Their red, their white and blue
The glorious Fourth for freedom,
Its banner sttil displays,
And hearts are warm and young again,
While shouting forth its praise
McKinley has passed muster,
His soul is marching on
With Grant and Lee and Custer
And all the loved ones gone
And Roosevelt is waving
The flag from sea to sea,
Each storm and trial braving
Gallant and brave is he
And while we shout for freedom
And bare each humble head,
Let’s say, hurrah for the living
While we’re mourning for the dead
-Jennie Patterson