There are stories told about
knights of old and the shooting of Dan McGrew
And the classic tale of the great white
whale still thrills us through and through.
There's Farragut and John Paul but
the saltiest of them all
Were the boys in blue from World War
Two who answered Freedom's Call.
Now I won't boast so I'll drink a toast
to the boys who went down under,
With Navy pride they fought and died
when their boats were ripped asunder.
They learned their trade, our debt
they paid in the world beneath the sea
And there they sleep in waters deep,
a part of history.
Those noble ships with sonar blips once
fought their way to Glory
And the men inside, because they died,
left none to tell their story.
Proud Argonaut, you had your shot ,
you and the Amberjack,
'Twas near Rabaul you gave your all
and never more came back.
Pompano, you and Runner, too, were lost
in forty-three,
Your gallant crew went down with you,
defending liberty.
The Pickerel too, the sleek Wahoo,
the Grampus, and the Herring,
The Albacore, all lost in war, have
taken their last bearing.
So many more, subs by the score, went
to their watery grave,
In silence deep, they lie asleep, the
young lads and the brave,
But this I know, somewhere below lie
those who paid the price,
Our debt is paid because they made
the final sacrifice.
