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The Greater Part of Valor We, the new hatched patriots, Are burying our...dread, oh yes! Swaddling ourselves in the nearest flag, By jingo, by jingo, oh yes, oh yes. Go, Old Glory, go! Oh yes! Whip your mélange of color strong, Sing yourself a courage song, Raise the symbol of power and might, Raise it high and raise it right, By jingo, by jingo, oh see it fly! See it fly and see it swell, Wink from Rotarians’ stuffed lapels, Glimmer in rhinestone encrusted pins, In fast-lane supermarket bins. Old glory soothes us, oh yes, oh yes! Scream it from 3D billboards high Bisecting the Sunset Blvd sky, By Jove, by jingo, raise it high, Flash it from masts on Jaguars sleek On Broncos, on Harleys on bikes And trikes. Three for a dollar And Posters are free By jingo, by jingo, are free are free. And we are glad to fly our flags By jingo, by jingo, by Jove, we’re free, And nothing is stronger than you and me, And nothing is better than you and me Let’s honor the dead by killing right back By jingo, by jingo, by Jove, we’re mad So, now, let’s go and bomb Iraq By jingo by jingo, but nor Iran Or any place the oil flows free! We will lament the banners sold, By jingo by jingo, by Jove (alas) When coffins return to be swaddled in flags, in the bitter aftertaste of cause. by jingo, by jingo, alas, alak. |
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