You are so grand in every fold,
So linked with mighty deeds of old,
So steeped in blood where heroes fell
So torn and pierced by shot and shell,
So calm so still, so firm so true,
My throat swells at the sight of you
What of the men who lifted you, Old Flag
Upon the top of Bunker’s Hill,
Who crushed the Briton’s cruel will,
Mid shock and roar and crash and scream,
Who crossed the Delaware’s frozen stream,
Who starved, who fought, who bled, who died,
That you might float in glorious pride
Right nobly do you lead the way.
Your stars shine out for liberty,
Your white stripes stand for purity
Our crimson color courage high
For Honor’s sake to fight and die,
Lead on against the alien shore!
To be continued…
Author Karl Wallace