1. 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?
We'll join the jubilee,
And that's going some, for the Yankees, by gum!
Red, White and Blue,
I am for you;
Honest, you're a grand old rag
You're a grand old rag, 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.
Every heart beats true, under Red, White and Blue;
Where there's never a boast or brag;
But, should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old rag.
2. I'm no cranky hanky panky,
I'm a dead square honest Yankee,
And I'm mighty proud of that old flag that flies for Uncle Sam;
Though I don't believe in raving, every time I see it waving,
There's a chill runs up my back that makes me glad I'm what I am.
Here's a land with a million soldiers,
That's if we should need ‘em;
We'll fight for freedom!
For every Yankee Tar and old G.A.R.,
Every stripe every star.
Red, White and Blue Hats off to you;
Honest you're a grand old rag.
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