THE COLORS OF THE FLAG
What is the bine on our Hug, boys? The waves of tlx boundless sea, Where our vessels rido in their tameless pride And the. feet of the winds tire free; From the sun and smiles ot the coral isles To the ice, of tho South aud Worth, With dauntless tread through tempest dread The guardian ships go forth. What is tho white on our flag, boys? Tho honor of our land, Which burns in our sight like a beacon light And stands while the hill shad stand ; Yea, dearer than fame is our land’s great
name, Aud we fight, wherever wo be, For the mothers and wives that pray for the lives Of rh.o brave, hearts over tho sea. What is the red on our flag, boys? The. blood oil cur heroes slain On the burning sands in tho wild waste laud*
And tho froth of the purple main. And it cries to God from tho crimsoned sod And the crest of the waves oulrnllcd That Ho sent us men to light again
.Wj our fathers fought of old. Wo’ll stand by the dear old flag, boys, Wha'iever be said or done, Though the shots come fast, as wo fare the blast. And the foe bo ten to one; Though our only Toward he Die, thrust of a
sword and a bullet in heart or brain,
What mailers one gone, if tho flag float, on And Britain bo lord of the. main. Frederick George Scott (one of tho Canadian Contingent).
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THE COLORS OF THE FLAG, Evening Star, Issue 15699, 13 January 1915
THE COLORS OF THE FLAG Evening Star, Issue 15699, 13 January 1915
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