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TEE BONG OF OUR FLAG. 287
And still grow fonder, Dear flag, of thee :
Thy bright stars gleaming,
Thy broad stripes streaming,
In all my dreaming I ever see.
Flag of our nation, The best oblation Of adoration
I offer thee. Tyrant and Tory Have learned thy story — The tale of glory
And Liberty ! And children wondering, And heroes pondering, And cannon thundering,
Shall honor thee ! Thy bright stars gleaming, Thy broad stripes streaming, In all my dreaming
I ever see.
So runs the song of the old flag, true, With thirty-four stars in its cloudless blue ; Hiss that new burlesque — that treason-rag March to the tune of the good old flag.