But faltered they? No, no, instead
They flung this banner overhead!
Flag of the Lone Star! oh, glorious sign!
Where is the banner that rivals with thine?
Baptized in heroes' blood, by martyrs unfurled,—
Flag of the Lone Star! thou pride of the world!
2.
That little band, their labors done.
Have long since passed away and gone:
Yet gallant hearts took up their cry,
And kept their standard waving high.
They battled bravely, battled long,
'Gainst whelming numbers fierce and strong.
Till Victr'y's eagle perched at last
Upon the freemen's banner-mast.
Flag of the Lone Star! oh, glorious sign!
Where is the banner that rivals with thine ?
Baptized in heroes' blood, by martyrs unfurled,—
Flag of the Lone Star! thou pride of the world!
3.
Ye dwellers in the Texan land.
Forget ye not that little band!
Forget ye not the heroes' deeds
That planted once your freedom's seeds.
Oh, keep their memories bright and clear,
And sacredly their graves revere,
