Win the winning wind-some war…
Blare of trumpets, tell their tale.
Have at thee, my makeshift whore…
Best the ways of wayward times.
Blast the sound of day lit chimes…
Have for thee, trumpets tell.
Sings the song of wind-some’d spell…
Hang the man from Shiloh’s Hill.
Broken branch, leaves reddened spilt…
Of the blood, dripped right from Hell.
Tell the song of wind-some sailed…
Win one winding war that failed.
Roll them over, feared by elm…
Tree that spun one wind-some tale.
Beat the hated one, that sailed…
Cast off boat’s, left wet by Hell.
Find some biscuits, dripped with gravy…
Sailed the world since joined of Navy.
Won the war of eighteen-twelve…
Dare i say or even delve?
Did we lose, or win one, maybe? …
