Lofty is his habitation, peerless dweller of the skies — Unafraid of all creation, where his rock-ribbed turrets rise; There's a confidence unbounded hedging‘ round his solitude That should warn marauding mongrels with designs upon his brood!
O, the outlook from his aerie is a grand one, it is true — Matchless beauty in the vistas which unfold before his view; Might and right and wealth and glory that shall never know decline Are his attributes to conquer ruthless robbers of the Rhine!
You invaded his dominions, sowing discord on the way; Your besotted agents plotted to o'erthrow his mighty sway: Using all the wiles of Willie on pacifist Bob and Pat, Till some eaglets oversilly scarcely knew where they were at.
He was patient with your pirates since you first began to raid And usurp his habitation to pursue your hell-born trade; He was patient with your plotting till you piled the final straws Which broke down his toleration — now, ye devils, mind his claws!
He looked on in consternation, scarce believing what he saw. When you sank his ships in anger in defiance of all law: Killing women and their children with a fiendishness unknown Since the first bloodthirsty monster was misplaced upon a throne.
Now the eagle's wrath is burning, he is eager for the fray, And the robbers who aroused him long will rue the bitter day When he sweeps down from his aerie in the fury of his fire — Sudden death will clutch the vitals of the victims of his ire!
Yea, the eagle's wings are spreading, nobly spreading to the breeze, And their awful sweep shall bear him over land and over seas: Men and money move in millions where those mighty pinions rest, And God help misguided minions who have monkeyed with his nest!
Brave, determined northern neighbor, hold the “hills” so dearly won — Hold the hills until the Eagle strikes with you to crush the Hun! Courage! Allies, friends of freedom, in this war we're all akin — Carry on! Old Glory's with you on the red road to Berlin!
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