You’re A Grand Old Flag by George M. Cohan

Chorus

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
‘Neath the 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.

Verse 1

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,”[N 1]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!

Verse 2

I’m no cranky hanky panky,
I’m a dead square, honest Yankee,
And I’m mighty proud of that old flag that flies for Uncle Sam.
Though I don’t believe in raving
Ev’ry time I see it waving,
There’s a chill runs up my back that makes me glad I’m what I am.
Here’s a land with a million soldiers,
That’s if we should need ‘em,
We’ll fight for freedom!
Hurrah! Hurrah! For ev’ry Yankee Tar[N 3],
And old G.A.R., ev’ry stripe, ev’ry star.
Red, White and Blue, hats off to you!
Honest, you’re a grand old flag!

Chorus

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
‘Neath the 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.