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Doff your hats, and raise your voices, for the flag is passing by, Flaunting fold on fold of crimson, white, and azure of the sky; Throb anew ye hearts of freemen, free forever and for aye, Watch the breezes e'en of heaven with your trusted ensign play: Doff your hats, for the flag is passing by, Shout aloud, let your voices reach the sky, Yea, when the blare of bands proclaims your colors nigh There'll be hip, hip, and hip, hip, hurrah! Three cheers then. Chorus— When you list to the bugles' stirring sound, And your feet with a tip-toe touch the ground in keep ing time to strains That will make your pulses bound, there'll be Your banner proudly floating on high. 'Tis the flag pulled down by traitor and that led to vict'ry, too, 'Tis a joy and glory ever, claiming honor old or new; It has wrapped the fallen soldier in his distant lonely grave, It has helped the fainting hero into action bold and brave; Torn by shell, thin tatters onward call: Held aloft by tireless hands that fall Not till the conflict won, each peak of mountain tall Shall clamor, hip, hip,—echo hiD. hip, hurrah! Three cheers then. Cho.—When you list to the bugles' stirring sound, etc. No dishonor ever stained it, and no power shall ever dare Oast a shadow on its ripples, nor put down the pennant fair;

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