Traitor, Spare that Flag.BY THOMAS MACEVILY.Air—Woodman, Spare that Tree.Traitors, spare that flag!Look up at its bright folds,And see within your hearts,The baseness of your souls;For that’s the proud old flagYour sires oft fought under—Are you, degenerate sons,To tear it now asunder?Traitors, spare that flag!Or vengeance loud and deepWill justly fall from Heaven,And make you one day weep;And the ashes of your fathersWill rise from out the tomb’Gainst their ungrateful dastards,To curse the traitor’s doom.Traitors, spare that flag!If you would yet be free—If you’ve the least regardFor homes and liberty;If not, why, do your best;We’ve men and means at handTo spread it to the breezeO’er all Columbia’s land.Traitors, spare that flag!You’ve done mischief enough:You’ve stolen our gold and guns,And talked vain boasting stuff;Then, touch not that proud flag,That banner of the free,Lest vengeance dire and deepMay engulf you in misery.
BY THOMAS MACEVILY.
Air—Woodman, Spare that Tree.
Traitors, spare that flag!Look up at its bright folds,And see within your hearts,The baseness of your souls;For that’s the proud old flagYour sires oft fought under—Are you, degenerate sons,To tear it now asunder?Traitors, spare that flag!Or vengeance loud and deepWill justly fall from Heaven,And make you one day weep;And the ashes of your fathersWill rise from out the tomb’Gainst their ungrateful dastards,To curse the traitor’s doom.Traitors, spare that flag!If you would yet be free—If you’ve the least regardFor homes and liberty;If not, why, do your best;We’ve men and means at handTo spread it to the breezeO’er all Columbia’s land.Traitors, spare that flag!You’ve done mischief enough:You’ve stolen our gold and guns,And talked vain boasting stuff;Then, touch not that proud flag,That banner of the free,Lest vengeance dire and deepMay engulf you in misery.
Traitors, spare that flag!Look up at its bright folds,And see within your hearts,The baseness of your souls;For that’s the proud old flagYour sires oft fought under—Are you, degenerate sons,To tear it now asunder?Traitors, spare that flag!Or vengeance loud and deepWill justly fall from Heaven,And make you one day weep;And the ashes of your fathersWill rise from out the tomb’Gainst their ungrateful dastards,To curse the traitor’s doom.Traitors, spare that flag!If you would yet be free—If you’ve the least regardFor homes and liberty;If not, why, do your best;We’ve men and means at handTo spread it to the breezeO’er all Columbia’s land.Traitors, spare that flag!You’ve done mischief enough:You’ve stolen our gold and guns,And talked vain boasting stuff;Then, touch not that proud flag,That banner of the free,Lest vengeance dire and deepMay engulf you in misery.
Traitors, spare that flag!Look up at its bright folds,And see within your hearts,The baseness of your souls;For that’s the proud old flagYour sires oft fought under—Are you, degenerate sons,To tear it now asunder?
Traitors, spare that flag!
Look up at its bright folds,
And see within your hearts,
The baseness of your souls;
For that’s the proud old flag
Your sires oft fought under—
Are you, degenerate sons,
To tear it now asunder?
Traitors, spare that flag!Or vengeance loud and deepWill justly fall from Heaven,And make you one day weep;And the ashes of your fathersWill rise from out the tomb’Gainst their ungrateful dastards,To curse the traitor’s doom.
Traitors, spare that flag!
Or vengeance loud and deep
Will justly fall from Heaven,
And make you one day weep;
And the ashes of your fathers
Will rise from out the tomb
’Gainst their ungrateful dastards,
To curse the traitor’s doom.
Traitors, spare that flag!If you would yet be free—If you’ve the least regardFor homes and liberty;If not, why, do your best;We’ve men and means at handTo spread it to the breezeO’er all Columbia’s land.
Traitors, spare that flag!
If you would yet be free—
If you’ve the least regard
For homes and liberty;
If not, why, do your best;
We’ve men and means at hand
To spread it to the breeze
O’er all Columbia’s land.
Traitors, spare that flag!You’ve done mischief enough:You’ve stolen our gold and guns,And talked vain boasting stuff;Then, touch not that proud flag,That banner of the free,Lest vengeance dire and deepMay engulf you in misery.
Traitors, spare that flag!
You’ve done mischief enough:
You’ve stolen our gold and guns,
And talked vain boasting stuff;
Then, touch not that proud flag,
That banner of the free,
Lest vengeance dire and deep
May engulf you in misery.