In the little low room where I courted my wife.
Stand by the Flag.
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Stand by the flag, its folds have stream’d in glory,
To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe,
And spread in rythmic lines the sacred story,
Of freedom’s triumphs over all the globe;
Stand by the flag on land and ocean billow;
By it your fathers stood unmoved and true;
Living defended; dying, from their pillow,