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
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In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were…
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