The Globe-republican., 1894-06-29

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With scarce any choice 'twixt a fight and a
collie,
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled.
Tho flag OF my country. the bloom o the world!
To wake up the dead on the Fourth OF July
With cannons and frecrackers, trumpets and
drums;
But the blood in my veins sort O. bubbles and
huns
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled.
Tho flag OF my country the bloom O. the world!
Forbid not the children. the girls and the boys;
OF such Is the kingdom go on with the noise!
It's good to be young. and it's good to be here
On the happiest day that comes in the year
The day on which Freedom ''Old Glory un-
furled,
The Tag of my country, the bloom o. the world!
God bless the old fogy with fire in his eye
And Q whOop In his throat for the Fourth Of
Julyl
I share his delight in a spread-eagle lingo,
And his cock-o'-the-walk sort o. patriot jingo
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled,
The flag 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 unfuried,
The flag of my country. the bloom O the world!
Some folks that we've walloped need more Of it
yet,
To remind 'em OF Yorktown, well say. or Chal-
mette.
To teach EN- good manners-a thing that they
lack
Ks Kipling aroundp Well, don't take it back
Just now, when the banner up there is unfurled,
Ehe flag Of my country. the bloom O. the world
We keep open house. and we have the same
worS
OF welcome for peasant. or flunkey. or lord;
II he looks like brute and behaves like q
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 'em 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
And swarm in our nation like bees in hive
Well have our own way, and our way will be
I 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
It ought to
When think OF the men and the days that are
dead
Of the wrongs that were 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.
Lawk. how despise certain fellows know.
Self-styled cOsmOpolites. In for show
OF universally. looking so wise
And half making fun of our Fourth o Julys;
And winlsing like apes when our banners un-
furled.
The flag OF my country. the bloom o the world.
I'd just like to stamp em down under my feet.
Or give 'em a whaling whenever We meet.
What are they nit 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.
Obi yes, twould be useless for me tn 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. l 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 It once
more.
Then wheel out the cannons. and let em all
For the precious old flag that our heroes have
borne
In the te,npests 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 KOseland Park. n. j.. by Maurice
ThOmpson.-N Y. Independent.