In the van of the host, on the blood-redden’d ground.
Three cheers for Columbia, the queen of the world,
To the wind’s every quarter her flag be unfurled;
We have bowed at her feet, in the day of her pride,
Shall we basely desert her, now she is defied?
No! millions of voices will instant reply,
For freedom and country, we’ll dare and we’ll die.
The Flag of the Brave.
Air—Red, White and Blue.
Our tars are the lords of the ocean,