Owen Grenliffe Warren

UNFURL our standard high!

Its glorious folds shall wave

Where’er the land looks to the sky,

Or ocean’s surges lave!

And when, beneath its shade, the brave,

With patriotic ire,

Combat for glory or the grave,

It shall their breasts inspire

With that chivalric spark which first

Upon our foes in terror burst!

Unfurl the stripes and stars!

They evermore shall be

Victorious on the field of Mars—

Triumphant on the sea!

And when th’ o’erruling fates decree

The bolt of war to throw,

Thou, sacred banner of the free,

Shalt daunt the bravest foe;

And never shall thy stars decline,

Till circling suns have ceased to shine.