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HATS off! |
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Along the street there comes |
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A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, |
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A flash of color beneath the sky: |
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Hats off! |
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The flag is passing by! |
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Blue and crimson and white it shines, |
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Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. |
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Hats off! |
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The colors before us fly; |
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But more than the flag is passing by. |
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Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great, |
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Fought to make and to save the State: |
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Weary marches and sinking ships; |
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Cheers of victory on dying lips; |
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Days of plenty and years of peace; |
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March of a strong land's swift increase; |
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Equal justice, right and law, |
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Stately honor and reverend awe; |
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Sign of a nation, great and strong |
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To ward her people from foreign wrong: |
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Pride and glory and honor,?all |
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Live in the colors to stand or fall. |
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Hats off! |
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Along the street there comes |
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A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; |
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And loyal hearts are beating high: |
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Hats off! |
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The flag is passing by! |
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