Of loyalty to the flying flag.
Cynics may dub it the torn red rag,
But our tongues shall laud, whilst those tongues can wag,
That splendid "superstition."
The men who stood, and the men who came
O'er ice-bound ridges with hearts aflame,
To relieve their leagured brothers,
Have all done well; and the tawny skin
Of those who helped us to war and win,—
Well, your little Englander's less akin