You're a Grand Old Flag

You're a Grand Old Flag

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 rag

You're a grand old rag

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

Under red, white and blue

Where there's never a boast or brag

But should old acquaintance be forgot

Keep your eye on the grand old rag

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 rag