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A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole,
It does not look likely to stir a man's soul.
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A moth-eaten rag on a worm-eaten pole,
It does not look likely to stir a man's soul.
'Tis the deeds that were done 'neath the moth-eaten rag,
When the pole was a staff, and the rag was a flag.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
United States, your banner wears
Two emblems--one of fame;
Alas! the other that it bears
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United States, your banner wears
Two emblems--one of fame;
Alas! the other that it bears
Reminds us of your shame.
Your banner's constellation types
White freedom with its stars,
But what's the meaning of the stripes?
They mean your negroes' scars.
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed as the twilight's last read more
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed as the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight
O'er the ramplarts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.
The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.
Under the sooty flag of Acheron,
Harpies and Hydras.
Under the sooty flag of Acheron,
Harpies and Hydras.
"A song for our banner?"--The watchword recall
Which gave the Republic her station;
"United we stand--divided we read more
"A song for our banner?"--The watchword recall
Which gave the Republic her station;
"United we stand--divided we fall!"
It made and preserves us a nation!
England! Whence came each glowing hue
That hints your flag of meteor light,--
The streaming red, the read more
England! Whence came each glowing hue
That hints your flag of meteor light,--
The streaming red, the deeper blue,
Crossed with the moonbeams' pearly white?
The blood, the bruise--the blue, the red--
Let Asia's groaning millions speak;
The white it tells of colour fled
From starving Erin's pallid cheek.
