Old Glory On The RhineI am writing from the battlefield To dear old ma and dad; I know when they receive this note It will make them both feel glad. We are now upon the battle front With Old Glory flying on Against the human menace Of military Kaiserdom. I dreamed that I was home again, And strolled down by the spring To see the sparkling waters glide Down through the crags and rills. The music of the water broke As the moon arose o'er the hill. I heard the Night Bird of the wood Sing her sweet whip poor will. Cheer up, old grey haired daddy, Dear mother, dry those tears, Your boy will fight your battle, No Kaiser does he fear. Inspired by the American Eagle, With his talons strong as steel, He will unfurl the Stars and Stripes O'er forest, field and stream. March on, cries General Pershing, With spurs and sword in hand. Up with the Flag of freedom Down with the Kaiser's flag. Place the Stars and Stripes, dear flagman, On the dome where it may be seen, Waving for God and humanity, O'er the city of Berlin. The Plains Poems in Kansas
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