With The Colors
Spirit of Washington Look down
Upon this ancient German town
And see the flag you loved fly free
Upon the spire of Monarchy.
Where Porta Nigra’s olden gate
Still stands in sombre ruinous state,
The officers of the U.S.A.
Go briskly to and fro each day.
And soldiers, thousands of them, walk
These ancient streets and try to talk
The German language with a “Oui”,
—Exponents of Democracy.
So far from home. Great Spirit guide
Our every step, that we with pride
May go back soon with laurels won,
And hear our loved ones say “Well Done”.