The scarlet ribbons flutter and wave,
A rebel flag on a rebel grave,
But to us the strong alone are brave,
And only the rich are worthy to save!
A rebel flag on a rebel grave,
But to us the strong alone are brave,
And only the rich are worthy to save!
Yet who shall blame us, plaited and curled,
Where silk banners fly and the red flags are furled,
Flags that blow where the dead are hurled,
Tattered and dripping with blood of the world!
Where silk banners fly and the red flags are furled,
Flags that blow where the dead are hurled,
Tattered and dripping with blood of the world!
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