The old flag is a--doin' her very level best,
She's a rainbow roun' the country from the rosy east to the west;
An' the eagle's in the elements with sunshine on his breast,
An' we're marchin' with the country in the mornin'!
We're marchin' to the music that is ringin' far and nigh;
You can hear the hallelujahs as the regiments go by;
We'll live for this old country, or for freedom's cause we'll die--
We're marchin' with the country in the mornin'!
Frank Lebby Stanton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-re-marchin-with-the-country/
