There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg and the south wind blew hard on that ragged old flag. On Flanders Field in World War One. She got a big hole from a Bertha gun. She turned blood red in World War Two, she hung limp and low a time or two. She was in Korea and Vietnam. She went where she was sent by Uncle Sam. She waved from our ships upon the Briny foam and now they've about quit waving her here back at home.