Our Union Flag
THOMAS G. DOYLE, BOOKSELLER, STATIONER & SONG PUBLISHER, No. 297 N. GAY STREET, BALTIMORE.
Our Union Flag.
There’s a starry banner floating o’er the home of liberty,
In olden times ’twas purchased by our sires,
Every crimson stripe was painted by the heart’s blood of the free,
And its radiant stars were lit by patriot fires.
A noble standard bearer is the Eagle of the West
Proudly daring and defiant in his glare.
He has left his grand old eyrie on the mountain’s highest crest.
To bear our starry banner on the air.
The Union is our glory, by the Union we will stand;
Columbia owns no recreant as her son;
From the mountain and the valley, come the purest of our land.
And the hearts of the many are as one.
The fiery southern chivalry, the stainless and the high,
Are rising in the glory of their might;
As the war-steed rushes onward, with the lightning in his eye,
When the trumpet-blast is calling to the fight.
And the North will meet them bravely, with her wisest and her best;
Frank and warm will be the greeting of the free,
And the glory and the honor of the vast and chainless West,
Shall be offered at the shrine of liberty.
And never shall the morn,
See our banner stain’d and torn,
By disunion, with its evils sad and sore.
For the stars shall never fade,
And the striped shall know no shade,
And freedom shall be ours evermore.