The Van Buren press., 1894-06-30


Profuscly, no doubt, In fashion bucolie.
With scarce any choice twixt fight and q
collie
whenever that banner up there is unfurled,
Inc nag OF my country, the bloom o the world
II may be bad form, or provincial, or "hy, y
10 wake up the dead on the Fourth Of July
win cahnons and firecrackers, trumpets and
drums;
but the blood In my veins sort O. bubbles and
whenever that banner up there is unfurled
Inc nag OF my country the bloom o. the world
FORBID not the children, the girls and the boys;
VI such Is the kingdom: go on with the noise!
II good to be young and it's good to be here
On the happiest day that comes in the year
Inc DAY on which Freedom "Old Glory un-
furled,
The flag of my country the bloom O. the world
God bless the old fogy with fire in his eye
And whoop In his throat for the Fourth of
july
share his delight In spread-eagle lingo,
And his cocls-o -thewalk sort o. patriot lingo
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled,
The nag OF my country, the bloom o the world,
It's all very well to be courteous and pleasant,
And praise other nations-when strangers are
present;
But there's no use o. talking, it's in me to say:
We can lick all creation and rest half the day,
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled,
The flag of my country, the bloom o. the world
Some folks that we've walloped need more of 1t
yet,
To remind EN- Of Yorktown we'll say, or Chal-
mette
To teach EN- good manners-a thing that they
lack.
Is Kiplng aroundf Well. don't take it back
just now, when the banner up there is unfurled,
The flag OF my country, the bloom O. the world
We keep open house, and we have the same
OF welcome for peasant, or funkey, or lord;
And we d just as lief kick out king as o
tramp,
II he looks like brute and behaves like
scamp,
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled
The flag OF my country, the bloom o. the world!
II aliens don't think that our land is the best,
Let EN- take themselves back to their own and
be blest;
Where they'll not have to look democrats in
the eye
Or see the bird soar on the Fourth of July,
What time that old banner up there is unfurled,
The flag OF my country, the bloom o the world
For as long as time lasts, or while freemen sur
vive
And swarm In our nation like bees In a hive,
Well have our own way, and our way will be
right:
And, glory by day and splendor by night,
That banner shall lead it will never be furled
The flag OF my country, the bloom O. the world
It's queer; but my eyes kind O. fill up with
water,
And somehow my voice don't sound as clear as
1t ought to
When think OF the men and the days that are
dead,
or the wrongs that we're borne and the blood
that was shed
For the sake OF that banner above us unfurled,
The flag OF my country, the bloom O the world.
Lawkl how despisc certain fellows know,
Self-styled cosmopolites, In for q show
or universally, looking SO wise
And half making fun Of our Fourth O Julys;
And winxing like apes when our banners un-
furled,
The flag Of my country, the bloom o the world
I'd just like to stamp EN- down under my feet,
Or give EN- whaling whenever we'meetl
What are they flt for under the sun?
The thought OF battle would make 'em all
run,
Desert the old banner that Freedom unfurled
The flag OF my country, the bloom o. the world
Oh! yes, 'twould be useless for me to deny
That I'm kind O. worked up on the Fourth o
July,
And proud Of our record and proud OF our
fame
Well yes, am old; but you bet be game
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled,
The flag OF my country, the bloom o the world!
Where s that declaration? Just read 1t oncc
more,
Then wheel out the cannons, and let 'em oil
For the precious old flag that our heroes have
borne
In the tempests OF battle, when hope was for
lorn-
That banner of glory by Freedom unfurled,
The flag Of my country, the bloom o the world
Read at Roseland Park, N. j., by Maurice
Thompson.-N Y Independent