Mully
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- Jun 9, 1999
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I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory. I fly atop the world's tallest buildings. I
stand
watch in America's halls of justice. I fly majestically over
institutions
of learning. I stand guard with power in the world. Look up at me
and see
me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom. I
am
confident. I am arrogant. I am proud. When I am flown with my fellow
banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer. I bow
to no
one!
I am recognized all over the world. I am worshiped - I am saluted. I
am
loved and I am revered. I am respected - and I am feared. I was
flown at
Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox. I was there at San
Juan
Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and
the
beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon,
Vietnam!
Know me, I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn and
tired
but my soldiers cheered me and I was proud. I have been soiled upon,
burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped
set
free. It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of
my
country. And when it's by those whom I've served in battle - it
hurts. But
I shall overcome, for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted
frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have born
silent
witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are
yet to
come. When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded
comrades on the battlefield, when I am flown at half-mast to honor
my
soldier, Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at
the
grave of their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY, LONG MAY I WAVE.
DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, LONG MAY I WAVE!
PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME, THAT
I MAY
FLY PROUDLY FOR ANOTHER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE YEARS.
My name is Old Glory. I fly atop the world's tallest buildings. I
stand
watch in America's halls of justice. I fly majestically over
institutions
of learning. I stand guard with power in the world. Look up at me
and see
me.
I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice. I stand for freedom. I
am
confident. I am arrogant. I am proud. When I am flown with my fellow
banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer. I bow
to no
one!
I am recognized all over the world. I am worshiped - I am saluted. I
am
loved and I am revered. I am respected - and I am feared. I was
flown at
Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox. I was there at San
Juan
Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and
the
beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon,
Vietnam!
Know me, I was there. I led my troops, I was dirty, battle worn and
tired
but my soldiers cheered me and I was proud. I have been soiled upon,
burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped
set
free. It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of
my
country. And when it's by those whom I've served in battle - it
hurts. But
I shall overcome, for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted
frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have born
silent
witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are
yet to
come. When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded
comrades on the battlefield, when I am flown at half-mast to honor
my
soldier, Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at
the
grave of their fallen son or daughter, I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY, LONG MAY I WAVE.
DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, LONG MAY I WAVE!
PLEASE FORWARD MY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO STILL LOVE AND RESPECT ME, THAT
I MAY
FLY PROUDLY FOR ANOTHER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE YEARS.
