Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Our truth is marching on

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the launching of the Sword;
It is trampling out the vintage where the stranger's wealth is stored;
We have loosed our fateful lightning and with flame and death has scored;
Our might is marching on

Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Our Might is marching on

I have seen it in the watch-fires of a hundred foreign camps;
Where we've builded it an altar in the Eastern dews and damps;
I have read its righteous sentence by the light of human lamps —
Our power is marching on

I have seen its gospel message writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As men deal with our pretensions, so with them our well shall deal;
Let the mighty sons of Freedom crush the patriots with their heel;
Our Greed is marching on!"

(here first four lines of marine's lament are sung over the chorus)
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, / From the Halls of Montezuma

Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, / To the shores of Tripoli;

Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah, / We fight our country’s battles

Our Greed is marching on!" / On the land as on the sea;


In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch
With a longing in its bosom—for all others' goods an itch
As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich—
Our god is marching on

Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Our god is marching on!"