Oh come and gather round me,
I have a true story to tell,
About the brave crew of a gallant ship,
And their eleven months in hell.

We shall always remember,
as we did the Alamo,
The cowardly attack and the capture,
of the U. S. S. Pueblo.

She was carrying out her mission,
The gallant Pueblo, all alone,
Off the coast of North Korea,
and outside the twelve mile zone.

The sea was rough and the weather cold,
Gray clouds were threatening rain,
But, the crew of the Pueblo did not mind,
As "The Lonely Bull" they sang.

Then suddenly without warning,
The Reds were swarming around,
and the valiant crew had no time
To send their proud ship down.

Sounding general quarters,
They made a gallant stand,
To save their ship the Pueblo,
From this Red Pirate band.

Her bright deck red with hero's blood,
She sat so proud and trim,
As though she heard the brave voice in death,
Singing a Christmas hymn.

When the beautiful hymn had ended,
Only the Captain knew,
The ship's brave crew of eighty three,
Now numbered, eighty two.

From the Bridge, the Skipper, gazed upon,
The carnage below,
and to save his crew from certain death,
surrendered the proud Pueblo.

We shall always remember,
A we did the Alamo,
The cowardly attack and the capture,
of the U. S. S. Pueblo.