George Frederick Root Poems

Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys,
We'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom,
We will rally from the hillside,
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In the prison cell I sit, thinking Mother, dear, of you,
And our bright and happy home so far away,
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Just before the battle, Mother, I am thinking most of you.
While upon the field we're watching, with the enemy in view.
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Had they fallen in the battle,
With the old flag waving high,
We should mourn, but not in anguish,
For the soldier thus would die;
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