"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When Washington took Her across the Delaware.
And She got powderburned the night Francis Scott Key, sat watching her,
writing "Oh Say, Can You See?"
She got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson tugging at Her seams.
And She almost fell at the Alamo; beside the Texas flag, but She waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And She got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee, and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on That Ragged Old Flag.
On Flanders Field in World War I, She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II. She hung limp and low, a time or two, (thanks Grandpa...)
She was in Korea (thanks Gramps and Dad), Vietnam (thanks Dad and Uncle), She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam. And now they've about quit wavin' Her back here at home.
In Her own good land here She’s been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied and refused.
And the government for which She stands, has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And She’s getting thread-bare, and She’s wearin' thin,
But She’s in good shape, for the shape She’s in.
Cause She’s been through the fire before
and I believe she can take a whole lot more."