No traitor’s hand shall touch that flag, or its glory ever mar!”
Our dear Old Flag, in darkest days, inspired the old war song,
“We’re coming Father Abraham, three hundred thousand strong.”
And when the mud of the Sacred Soil made weary soldiers lag,
Then new strength came to march again as we beheld the flag.
When on the field of Winchester, in the thickest of the fight,
The Stars and Stripes were seen aloft, it gave the soldiers might;
And when we all were driven back and thought we’d lost the day,
Then daring Sheridan came up, and unto us did say:
“Right about march, just follow me, I’m with you although late;