I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners, my head is a little higher, my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and
Appomattox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches
of France, in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and
the beaches of Normandy, Guam, Okinawa, Korea
and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me, I was there.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired, but my soldiers cheered me And I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets
of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for
I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country.
And when it's by those whom I've served in battle - it hurts. But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth
and stood watch
over the uncharted frontiers of space
from my vantage
point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for
my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am
flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in
the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the
grave of their fallen son or daughter,
I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY LONG MAY
I WAVE.
DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN LONG
MAY I WAVE.