Lyrics The Grand Old Rag - Billy Murray
There's
a
feeling
comes
a-stealing,
And
it
sets
my
brain
a-reeling,
When
I'm
listening
to
the
music
of
a
military
band.
Any
tune
like
"Yankee
Doodle"
Simply
sets
me
off
my
noodle,
It's
that
patriotic
something
that
no
one
can
understand.
"Way
down
south,
in
the
land
of
cotton,"
Melody
untiring,
Ain't
that
inspiring?
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
We'll
join
the
jubilee!
And
that's
going
some,
for
the
Yankees,
by
gum!
Red,
white
and
blue,
I
am
For
you!
Honest,
you're
a
grand
old
flag!
I'm
no
cranky
hanky
panky,
I'm
a
dead
square,
honest
Yankee,
And
I'm
mighty
proud
of
that
old
flag
That
flies
for
Uncle
Sam.
Though
I
don't
believe
in
raving
Ev'ry
time
I
see
it
waving,
There's
a
chill
runs
up
my
back
that
makes
me
glad
I'm
what
I
am.
Here's
a
land
with
a
million
soldiers,
That's
if
we
should
need
'em,
We'll
fight
for
freedom!
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
For
every
Yankee
tar
And
old
G.A.R.
Ev'ry
stripe,
ev'ry
star.
Red,
white
and
blue,
Hats
off
to
you
Honest,
you're
a
grand
old
flag!
You're
a
grand
old
flag,
You're
a
high
flying
flag
And
forever
in
peace
may
you
wave.
You're
the
emblem
of
The
land
I
love.
The
home
of
the
free
and
the
brave.
Ev'ry
heart
beats
true
'Neath
the
Red,
White
and
Blue,
Where
there's
never
a
boast
or
brag.
But
should
auld
acquaintance
be
forgot,
Keep
your
eye
on
the
grand
old
flag.
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