And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
I walked through a county courthouse square, On a park bench, an old man was sittin' there. I said, "Your old court house is kinda run down.” He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town."
I said, "Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit, And that's a ragged old flag you got hangin' on it". He said, "Have a seat.", and I sat down. "Is this the first time you've been to our little town?"
I said, "I think it is." He said, "I don't like to brag, But we're kinda proud of that ragged old flag."
You see, we got a little hole in that flag there When Washington took it across the Delaware. And It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key Sat watching it, writing, "Say Can You See".
It got a bad rip in New Orleans, With Packingham & Jackson tugging at its seams. And it almost fell at the Alamo Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville, And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill. There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg, And the south wind blew hard on that ragged old flag.
On Flanders Field in World War One She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun. She turned blood red in World War Two She hung limp, and low, a time or two.
She was in Korea, and Vietnam, She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam. She waved from our ships upon the briny foam, And now they've about quit wavin' back here at home.
In her own good land here, she's been abused. She's been burned, dishonored, denied an' refused. And the government for which she stands Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she's getting thread bare, and she's wearin' thin, But she's in good shape, for the shape she's in, ‘Cause she's been through the fire before, And I believe she can take a whole lot more.
So, we raise her up every morning, And we take her down every night. We don't let her touch the ground, And we fold her up right. On a second thought, I do like to brag 'Cause I'm mighty proud of that ragged old flag.
Just listened to that on Veterans day. That old rugged flag
ReplyDeleteI walked through a county courthouse square,
ReplyDeleteOn a park bench, an old man was sittin' there.
I said, "Your old court house is kinda run down.”
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town."
I said, "Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit,
And that's a ragged old flag you got hangin' on it".
He said, "Have a seat.", and I sat down.
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town?"
I said, "I think it is."
He said, "I don't like to brag,
But we're kinda proud of that ragged old flag."
You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
And It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it, writing, "Say Can You See".
It got a bad rip in New Orleans,
With Packingham & Jackson tugging at its seams.
And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on that ragged old flag.
On Flanders Field in World War One
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun.
She turned blood red in World War Two
She hung limp, and low, a time or two.
She was in Korea, and Vietnam,
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam,
And now they've about quit wavin' back here at home.
In her own good land here, she's been abused.
She's been burned, dishonored, denied an' refused.
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she's getting thread bare, and she's wearin' thin,
But she's in good shape, for the shape she's in,
‘Cause she's been through the fire before,
And I believe she can take a whole lot more.
So, we raise her up every morning,
And we take her down every night.
We don't let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On a second thought, I do like to brag
'Cause I'm mighty proud of that ragged old flag.