"The Flag"
Wave the Flag, boys, Wave it high. And think about the days gone by. Wave it high, For blood that's shed, And through the years,for men that's dead. Wave it high, All eyes upturned, It's made to wave, but not to burn. May men who would put you to flame, Live forever, in their shame. And keep their eyes down till they die, And never see you wave on high.
E.H. Coe 1972
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