The Great War

from Great Poems of the World War, an electronic edition

We're Marchin' with the Country

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'!