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James Connolly

"Lift the Flag" (karaoke)

"Lift the Flag" (sheet music)


Lift that flag and tenderly guard it,

Guard it as lover would guard his love,

Ours is the shame if ought debarred it

Freely floating our ranks above,

Grasp that flag, and proudly daring

All that the tyrant can do or essay,

Strike and the fetters they long are wearing

From the limbs of Labor shall fall away.

 

Hail that flag, my brothers, 'tis ours,

Ours the life-blood that gave it its hue,

For us it waved through darkest hours

Waiting till Labor its destiny knew.

See that flag, now floating on high,

Free as the eagle flies to the sun.

Token and sign though men may die

The Cause persists whilst blood doth run.

 

Pledge that flag; my brothers, your glasses

Never were drained to a holier toast;

Never shall Time reveal as it passes

A grander mission than Labor can boast.

Fill up your glass! No stinted measure

Shall serve to pledge this day with me,

The Cause we love, the Hope we treasure,

The flag that beckons to Liberty.


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