george m cohan - Your A Grand Old Flag | Текст песни

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• Your A Grand Old Flag

There's a feeling comes a-stealing,
And it sets my brain a-reeling,
When I'm listening to the music of a military band.
Any tune like "Yankee Doodle"
Simply sets me off my noodle,
It's that patriotic something that no one can understand.

"Way down south, in the land of cotton,"
Melody untiring,
Ain't that inspiring?

Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll join the jubilee!
And that's going some, for the Yankees, by gum! [2]
Red, white and blue, I am for you!
Honest, you're a grand old flag!

You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.

You're the emblem of
The land I love.
The home of the free and the brave.

Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,[4]
Where there's never a boast or brag.

But should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

I'm the kid that's all the candy, 1
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
I'm glad I am,
So's Uncle Sam.
I'm a real live Yankee Doodle,
Made my name and fame and boodle,
Just like Mister Doodle did, by riding on a pony.
Oh, say can you see,
Anything about a Yankee that's a phony?

I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
A Yankee Doodle, do or die;
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's,
Born on the Fourth of July.
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart,
She's my Yankee Doodle joy.
Yankee Doodle came to London, just to ride the ponies;
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy.

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