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
'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
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
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!
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