When I am flown with my fellow banners,my colors a little truer. I bow to no one! I am recognized all over the world. I am worshipped I am saluted. I am loved - I am revered. I am respected - and I am feared. I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years. I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox. I was there at San Juan Hill,the trenches of France,in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy, Guam.Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me,I was there. I led my troops,I was dirty, battle worn and tired,but my soldiers cheered me. And I was proud. Burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free. It does not hurt, for I am invincible. I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled on the streets of my country. And when it's by those whom I've served in battle - it hurts. But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon. I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours. But my finest hours are yet to come. When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield, When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldiers. Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,I am proud.
MY NAME IS OLD GLORY LONG MAY I WAVE. DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN LONG MAY I WAVE.