For the dear old flag I die
said the wounded drummer boy
mother,press your lips to mine
oh,they bring me peace and joy!
Tis the last time on earth
I shall ever see your face
mother take me to your heart
let me die in your embrace
For the dear old flag I die
mother,dry your weeping eye
for the honor of our land
and the dear old flag I die
Do not mourn,my mother,dear
every pang will soon be o'er
for I hear the angel band
calling from their starry shore
Now I see their banners wave
in the light of perfect day
though tis hard to part with you
yet I would not wish to stay
For the dear old flag I die
mother,dry your weeping eye
for the honor of our land
and the dear old flag I die