The Eagle born to those who pledged their lives and sacred honor was smiled upon God and freed from chains and iron collar.
He is held aloft on unity, and by History, revered.
For preserving peace trough strength his wing now reach across two hundred years.
But for each of those, and one year more, God has smiled upon the Corps.
From the Barbary Coast to the Eastern Sand, by sword, by gun, or by bare hands.
So it's been, and shall be weighed: Though many are born few are "made." Faithful Always, they shall remain dogs to loose when war is waged.