In Old Mexico

A vision of Manifest Destiny

Grows full to its measure of gravity

To set a new nation ablaze down

In old Mexico.

 

And all of the bluster and fluster and flame

Erupts in a cluster of claim/counterclaim

To rattle the sabers of battle

In old Mexico.

 

Vast fever and fervor, in all of its glory,

Lays claim the expanse of immense territory

And nobody wants to let go down

In old Mexico.

 

Heroes are born and armies demise

With cannons erupting without compromise

And no one is safe from undoing

In old Mexico.

 

But old Santa Ana is no match for Scott.

He has no defense from this bold juggernaut,

So, compromise finally prevails down

In old Mexico.

 

And when, in the end, the victory won,

Manifest Destiny simply rolls on,

But nothing is ever the same down

In old Mexico.