And the Marines were there at Tripoli,
And on foreign shores they do defend us.
And history echoes a hero's plea:
Honor the Marines who go defend us.
Because the fighting line through every war
Is made of Marines, the brave and the tall,
And they make the patriot's soul to soar,
Serving faithful for freedom, for us all.
In the officer's hands lies the brigade,
The bravest men he could ever command,
The finest force to have ever been made,
Together forever they make their stand.
And it's those like you whom I truly thank,
Bless the honor of an officers rank.
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