Battleship Maine (II)


Morgan, Bert, “Battleship Maine (II),” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed February 28, 2024,

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Battleship Maine (II)


This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.


Popular music--United States
Maine (Battleship No. ACR-1)--Songs and music
Spanish-American War, 1898--Songs and music
Patriotism--Songs and music
Love--Songs and music

Alternative Title

My Sweetheart Went Down on the Maine, The Gallant Sailor


Morgan, Bert


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University


Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967







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The Battleship Maine.

Once I had a sweetheart, noble ,brave and true,
Noble ,brave and true,
Fearless as the sunrise,
Gentle as the dew.
We had loved and waited,
He had named the day
We had pledged to wed each other
In the month of May .
We had pledged to wed each other
In the month of May.
Out on the high seas he sailed
Under the red ,white and blue
Faithful to country and home,
Faithful to captain and crew.

Anchored at Havana,
On the Cuban shore,
Conscious of no danger,
Dreaming love days o’er,
Peacefully hen slumbered
In his hammock bed,
While the stars, in glowing beauty,
Benediction said.
Then came the death dealing crash,
Wrecking his vessel in twain.
Down went my sweet heart to death,
Down went the battleship Maine.

Buried near Havana,
On a foreign shore
Where the bells of evening
Slowly toll his knell.
There he’ll sleep forever
In an unknown grave,
But the land for which he died
Will always call him brave.
But the land for which he died
Will always call him brave.
Rouse ye, my country=men, rouse!
Let not his death be in vain!
Strike down the cowardly fiend
That wrecked the battleship Maine.

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Brown, Native American Ballads - 236

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