Let the Banner Proudly Wave

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Let the Banner Proudly Wave  (1860s) 
by Joshua McCarter Simpson


LET THE BANNER PROUDLY WAVE.

COMPOSED BY

DR. J. McC. SIMPSON,

Author of the "Emancipation Car," The Voice of "Colored Americans."

Тune, "Nearer To Our Hapру Нome."

Our glorious flag is floating
Triumphantly at last;
Our nation is exulting,
The rebel's die is cast;
Rebellion now is conquered,
No more to lift its head,
And best of all we now can sing,
Old Slavery is dead.

Chorus—Let it wave, let it wave!
ChorusLet the banner proudly wave;
ChorusLet it wave, let it wave!
ChorusBut never o'er a slave.

We are a happy nation,
Because our country's free
From war and desolation,
And from bold tyranny.
The tyrant's arm is broken,
No more to hold a slave;
This is the year of jubilee,
So let our banner wave.

Chorus—Let it wave, &c.

We've stood and fought like demons
Upon the battle field;
Both slaves and Northern freemen
Have faced the glowing steel—
Our blood beneath this banner
Has mingled with the whites,
And 'neath its folds we now demand
Our just and equal rights.

Chorus—Let it wave, &c.

The world has seen our valor,
And nations now confess
That man is not in color—
In fashion nor in dress;
In Charleston and old Richmond,
In spite of Lee and Bragg,
We drove the Rebs in wild dismay,
And planted there our flag.

Chorus—Let it wave, &c.

Port Hudson and Fort Pillow,
And Wagner's rugged crag,
Where many a colored soldier
Was murdered for this flag;
And Petersburg—Oulusta—
And Nashville, all can tell,
Who were the boys that stood in front,
And for this banner fell.

Chorus—Let it wave, &c.

We've fed the Union soldiers
When fleeing from the foe;
We've led them through the mountains
Where white men dare not go;
Our "hoecake" and our cabbage
And pork we freely gave,
That this old flag might be sustained—
Now let it proudly wave.

Chorus—Let it wave, &c.

We've fought like men and brethren.
And we defy the world
To say we ever faltered,
Beneath this flag unfurled;
Our guns have broke our fetters,
And justice now demands
That we shall never more be slaves,
With muskets in our hands.

Chorus—Let it wave, let it wave!
ChorusLet the banner proudly wave;
ChorusLet it wave, let it wave!
ChorusBut never o'er a slave.


This work was published before January 1, 1926, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.