You’re a grand old flag, tho’ you’re torn to a rag,
And forever in peace may you wave.
You’re the emblem of the land I love,
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev’ry heart beats true under Red, White and Blue,
Where there’s never a boast or a brag;
“But should auld acquaintance be forgot,”
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
George M. Cohan, 1906
Some other stuff for later,
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