by George M. Cohan 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.

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 Every 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.

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., every stripe, every star Red, white and blue, hats off to 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 every time I see it waving There's a chill runs up my back that makes me glad I'm what I am.

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. Every 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.