[Lyric] Billy Blue Marine (Ray I. Hoppman)

He's a soldiers and a sailor, every inch;
He's a fighter for his country in a pinch;
And the foemen do not figure
When his finger's on the trigger—
He's a "go and get 'em demon," that's a cinch

He's as handy on the land as on the sea
And he often does the work of infantry;
He can shoot and swim and paddle
He's at home when in the saddle
And he fits in well as field artillery

For he has a hungry feeling for the fray
He's a shrapnel eating lеatherneck, they say;
Hе's a bloodhound when in battle
And he doesn't mind the rattle
Of the bullet that may lay him low some day

Uncle Sammy's interests in other lands—
In the frozen north or on the desert sands—
He protects with zeal and valor
For this soldiers, also sailor
Is quite handy with a rifle in his hands
He is sent to ev'ry foreign shore and climate
And he's ready for the trip at any time;
A policeman on the ocean
He's a nurser of the notion
That to keep a gun inactive is a crime

There's a "Bet you I can lick 'em" in his mein, [sic]
He can live upon a cracker and a bean;
He's as willing as he's ready
And his gun trained eye is steady—
Here's to Billy Blue, United States marine!