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Rally round the flag, boys—And God will bless the right.
— Flag
Rally round the flag, boys—And God will bless the right.
A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole, When the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag.
Under the sooty flag of Acheron,Harpies and Hydras.
The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slowBut firm battalion.
Your flag and my flag,The gloried guidon of the day; a shelter through the night.
A garish flag,To be the aim of every dangerous shot.
This token serveth for a flag of truceBetwixt ourselves and our followers.
Uncover when the flag goes by, boys,The flag that has never known defeat.
Hats off!The flag is passing by.
United States, your banner wears They mean your negroes' scars.
The meteor flag of England.
Ye mariners of England! The battle and the breeze!
Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout,Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!
If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot.
When Freedom from her mountain height And set the stars of glory there.
Flag of the free heart's hope and home!And all thy hues were born in heaven.
A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole,When the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! That banner in the sky.
Nail to the mast her holy flag, The lightning and the gale.
Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early lightGave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there!
CHORUSO'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare,Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there.
England! Whence came each glowing hueFrom starving Erin's pallid cheek.
Bastard Freedom wavesHer fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
The flag of our Union forever!
Your flag and my flag,The gloried guidon of the day, a shelter through the night.
This is the song of the wind as it came,Tossing the flags of the Nations to flame.
Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom.
She's up there—Old Glory—where lightnings are sped, The flag of our country forever.
Banner of England, not for a season,And ever upon the topmost roof our banner of England blew.
Might his last glance behold the glorious ensign of the Republic still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in all their original lustre.
A star for every State, and a State for every star.
