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Follow the Flag
Aye, we will follow the flag
Wherever she goes,
Into the tropic sun,
Into the northern snows;
Go where the guns ring out
Scattering steel and lead,
Painting the hills with blood,
Strewing the fields with dead.
But in each heart must be,
And back of each bitter gun,
Love for the best in life
After the fighting’s done.
Aye, we will follow the flag
Into benighted lands,
Brave in the faith for which,
Proudly, our banner stands.
Life for her life we’ll pay,
Blood for her blood we’ll give,
Fighting, but not to kill,
Save that the best shall live.
But, when the cannon’s roar
Dies in a hymn of peace,
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