Old Glory On The Rhine
I 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.
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