You're A Grand Old Flag

There’s a feeling comes a-stealing
And it sets my brain a-reeling
When I’m list’ning to the music of a military band
Any tune like «Yankee Doodle»
Simply sets me off my noodle
It’s that patriotic something that no one can understand
«Way down South, in the land of cotton,»
Melody untiring
Ain’t that inspiring?
Hurrah! Hurrah! We’ll join the jubilee!
And that’s going some, for the Yankees, by gum!
Red, White and Blue, I am for you!
Honest, you’re a grand old flag!
You’re a grand old flag
You’re a high-flying flag
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 brag
But should auld acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old flag
Oh, the flag
Let us rally round the flag
(Spoken)
We took the red from the flame of dawn, the dawn of a new nation and the white
from the white of the snow at Valley Forge. The blue was the blue of the free,
open sky and the stars were the 13 sisters by the sea who built their home and
called it liberty
(Instrumental break)
You’re a grand old flag
You’re a high-flying flag
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 brag
But should auld acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old flag
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old flag