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What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare,
Ye have but my waves to read more
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.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow
But firm battalion.
Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last read more
Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming;
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' 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!
"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!
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.
Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout,
To all the winds of Our Country's Banner!
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Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout,
To all the winds of Our Country's Banner!
Be every bar, and every star,
Displayed in full and glorious manner!
Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying!
Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!
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.
This is the song of the wind as it came,
Tossing the flags of the Nations to flame.
This is the song of the wind as it came,
Tossing the flags of the Nations to flame.
