 Old Uncle Sam
by Roger Robicheau
You all know me, I’m Uncle Sam
So gosh darn proud, oh yes I am
I’m for this country, all the way
But you knew that, I'll never sway
I've been around for quite awhile
Forget my age, I’m still in style
Like Yankee Doodle, yes siree
Like Troy, New York’s great history
I’m so proud Yankee Doodle’s kin
And proud what Troy for me has been
‘Twas Eighteen Twelve when all began
Too bad there was no cameraman
Our country fought its second war
We would prevail, just like before
Your Uncle Sam knows all too well
The facts are clear, war can be hell
Stay close to your Old Uncle Sam
I'm here for you, that’s what I am
We are the great Land of The Free
Thanks to those marching faithfully
Salute and thank the brave you see
Do not forget, they’re tops with me
America, stand up and cheer
Our forces keep our freedom clear
One Nation Under God we stay
This truth endures to greet each day
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My time now draws to bid farewell
‘Twas grand to have you for a spell
Goodbye to you, each worthy friend
God Bless You, all my love I send
©2006Roger J. Robicheau
 This poem was based on Sam Wilson from Troy, New York
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