THE FLAG GOES BY HATS OFF Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums A flash of color beneath the sky HATS OFF The flag is passing by Blue and crimson and white it shines Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines HATS OFF The colors before us fly But more than the flag is passing by Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great Fought to make and to save the State HATS OFF Weary marches and sinking ships Cheers of victory on dying lips Days of plenty and years of peace March of a strong land's swift increase HATS OFF Equal justice, right and law Stately honor and reverend awe Sign of a nation, great and strong To ward her people from foreign wrong HATS OFF Pride and glory and honor, all Live in the colors to stand or fall HATS OFF Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums And loyal hearts are beating high HATS OFF The flag is passing by Henry Holcomb Bennet sharron design
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