*sings*
The people's flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts' blood dyed its ev'ry fold.

Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

Fair brings a lump to me throat.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Wed 27 Jul 2011, 23:12, Reply)