The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1894-06-29

With scarce any choice twixt light ana
collie.
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled.
The flag OF my country, the bloom o. the world
1t may be bad form, or provincial" or fly
To wake up the dead on the Fourth Of July
With csnnons and frecrackers, trumpets and
drums;
But the blood in my veins sort o. bubbles and
huns
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled.
The flag of my country the bloom o. the world!
Forbid not the childSen, the girls and the boys;
OF such is the kingdom 60 on with the noisel
Its 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 I'M
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 cock-o'-the-walk 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,
W neHeFSE tnaJ banner up Inere Is injured,
Tne 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.
Is Kipling around? Well, don't take it back
Just now, when the banner up there is unfurled,
The flag OF my country, the bloom o. the worldi
We keep open house, and we have the same
word
OF welcome for peasant, or turnkey or lord;
And we'd Just as lief kick out king as a
tramp
If he looks like brute and behaves like a
scamp,
Whenever that banner up there is unfurled
The flag of my country, the bloom O. the world
If 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 nay 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.
right;
And, glory by day and a splendor by night,
That banner shall lead; it will never be furled,
The flag of my country, the bloom o. the world
Its 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 a show
or universally, looking so wise
And half making fun OF our Fourth o. Julys:
And winking 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 wemeeti
What are they fit for under the sum-
The thought OF a battle would make EN- all
run,
Desert the old banner that Freedom unfurled,
The Gag OF my country, the bloom o. the world
That I'm kiai 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 worldi
Where's that declaration Just read it once
more.
Then wheel out the cannons. and let EN- all
roar
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