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"You're a Grand Old Flag" is a patriotic song of the United States. The song, a spirited march written by George M. Cohan, is a tribute to the U.S. flag. Cohan wrote it in 1906 for George Washington, Jr., his stage musical. The song was first publicly performed on February 6, the play's opening night, at Herald Square Theater in New York City. "You're a Grand Old Flag" quickly became the first song from a musical to sell over a million copies of sheet music. The title and first lyric comes from someone Cohan once met; the Library of Congress website notes:

The original lyric for this perennial George M. Cohan favorite came, as Cohan later explained, from an encounter he had with a Civil War veteran who fought at Gettysburg. The two men found themselves next to each other and Cohan noticed the vet held a carefully folded but ragged old flag. The man reportedly then turned to Cohan and said, "She's a grand old rag." Cohan thought it was a great line and originally named his tune "You're a Grand Old Rag." So many groups and individuals objected to calling the flag a "rag," however, that he "gave 'em what they wanted" and switched words, renaming the song "You're a Grand Old Flag."

In Australia, the tune of the song formed the basis of the club song of the Melbourne Football Club.

Lyrics

There's a feeling comes a-stealing,

And it sets my brain a-reeling,

When I'm listening to the music of a military band.

Any tune like "Yankee Doodle"

Simply sets me off my noodle,

It's that patriotic something that no one can understand.

"Way down South, in the land of cotton,"

Melody untiring, ain't that inspiring?

Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll join the Jubilee!

And that's going some, for the Yankees, by gum!

Red, white and blue, I am for you!

Honest, you're a grand old flag!

You're a grand old flag,

You're a high flying flag

And forever in peace may you wave.

You're the emblem of

The land I love.

The home of the free and the brave.

Ev'ry heart beats true

'neath the Red, White and Blue,

Where there's never a boast or brag.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

I'm no cranky hanky panky,

I'm a dead square, honest Yankee,

And I'm mighty proud of that old flag

That flies for Uncle Sam.

Though I don't believe in raving

Ev'ry time I see it waving,

There's a chill runs up my back that makes me glad I'm what I am.

Here's a land with a million soldiers,

That's if we should need 'em,

We'll fight for freedom!

Hurrah! Hurrah! For every Yankee tar

And old G.A.R.

Ev'ry stripe, ev'ry star.

Red, white and blue,

Hats off to you