By Author Unknown
Father, look up, and see that flag!
How gracefully it flies!
Those pretty stripes, they seem to be
A rainbow in the skies.
It is your country’s flag, my boy,
And proudly drinks the light,
O’er ocean’s wave, in foreign climes,
A symbol of our might.
Father, what fearful noise is that,
Now thundering in the clouds?
Why do they, cheering, wave their hat,
And rush along in crowds?
It is the voice of cannonry,
The glad shouts of the free;
This is a day of memory,
‘Tis FREEDOM’S JUBILEE!
I wish that I was now a man,
I’d free my country too,
And cheer as loudly as the rest;
But, father, why don’t you?
I’m getting old and weak; but still
My heart is big with joy;
I’ve witnessed many a day like this,
Shout you aloud, my boy!
HURRAH, FOR FREEDOM’S JUBILEE,
God bless our native land!
And may I live to hold the boon
Of freedom in my hand.
Well done, my boy, grow up, and love
The land that gave you birth,””
A land where Freedom loves to dwell,””
A paradise on earth.