Ye men of Cuba, patriots all,
Pray! mourn for your leader! place crape on the wall;
Go tell the young children that play at your feet
Of the wonderful general who's fallen to sleep.

To sleep! yes calm in the earth he lies;
But his spirit rests sweetly beyond the blue skies.

We think of his work, and say he was grand;
Why not let for him a monument stand;
One that will reach to the ethereal blue,
Bearing the name Maceo, will do.

Dear Maceo, our hearts pine for thee!
For whom thou died, can say we are free.