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“A song for our banner,”—the watchword recall, The Flag Of Our Union.
A star—a star in the west! Hymn of the New World.
“Are You For Me Or Against Me?” Are You For Me Or Against Me?
Arise—‘Tis the day of our Washington’s glory, Crown Our Washington.
At Eutaw Springs the valiant died: Eutaw Springs.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Old Ironsides.
Behind him lay the gray Azores, Columbus.
By the flow of the inland river, The Blue And The Gray.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Concord Hymn.
Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise, Columbia.
Come join hand in hand, brave Americans all, The Liberty Song.
Day of glory! Welcome day! Independence.
From ancient lands across the sea In God We Trust.
From this hundred-terraced height, The Centennial Meditation Of Columbia.
Four hundred thousand men, The Nation’s Dead.
God’s blessing be upon God For Our Native Land.
Hail, Columbia! happy land! Hail, Columbia.
Here comes The Flag! The Flag.
I have a country—who with coward tongue I Have A Country!
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; I Hear America Singing.
I love my country’s pine-clad hills, My Country.
I love the flag whose radiant stars Oh! Let The Starry Banner Wave.
I spurn your gilded bait, oh, King, my faith you cannot buy; General Joseph Reed.
I’d like to be the sort of man the flag could boast about; A Patriotic Wish.
In the prison cell I sit, Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
It is done! Laus Deo!
Let martial note—In triumph float, The Stars And Stripes Forever.
Listen, my children, and you shall hear Paul Revere’s Ride.
May God protect Columbia, May God Protect Columbia.
Men of every size and station, Liberty.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: Battle Hymn Of The Republic.
My country! ‘tis of thee America.
Night’s diadem around the head, America.—Fairest Of Freedom’s Daughters.
O beautiful for spacious skies, America The Beautiful.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; O Captain! My Captain!
O land of our birth, blessed home of the free! Patriot’s Song.
O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light, The Star-Spangled Banner.
Off with your hat as the flag goes by! The Old Flag.
Oh mother of a mighty race, “Oh Mother Of A Mighty Race.”
Our hearts are with our native land. Song Of The American Girl.
Our own dear land, our native land, Our Own Dear Land.
Peace in the clover-scented air, The Heart Of The War.
“Praise ye the Lord!” The psalm to-day The Thanksgiving In Boston Harbor.
Raise the heart—raise the hand, Our Country’s Call.
Roll a river wide and strong, The Flag.
Scion of a mighty stock! The Young American.
She’s up there,—Old Glory,—where lightnings are sped; Old Flag Forever.
Speed our republic, O Father on high! The American Hymn.
Stand by the Flag!—its stars, like meteors gleaming, Stand By The Flag.
Stand! the ground’s your own, my braves! Warren’s Address.
Thank God! for this our native land! Our Noble Land.
The breeze has swelled the whitening sail, The Song Of The Pilgrims.
The Lord above, in tender love, Thanksgiving Hymn.
The Pilgrim Fathers,—where are they? The Pilgrim Fathers.
The spring came earlier on A Song For Lexington.
The word of God to Leyden came, The Word Of God To Leyden Came.
The word of the Lord by night Boston Hymn.
The year is full of days that mark Independence Day.
There’s a star in the West that shall never go down A Star In The West.
There was tumult in the city, Independence Bell—July 4, 1776.
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! The Ship of State.
Though many and bright are the stars that appear E Pluribus Unum.
‘Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down America For Me!
To the sages who spoke, to the heroes who bled, The Fourth Of July.
Warder at ocean’s gate, Liberty Enlightening The World.
We do not hate our enemy— Our Country and Her Flag.
We may not know In The Time Of Strife.
We’re tenting to-night on the old camp ground, Tenting On The Old Camp Ground.
What flower is this that greets the morn, The Flower of Liberty.
When Freedom from her mountain height The American Flag.
When Johnny comes marching home again, When Johnny Comes Marching Home.
When the May has culled her flowers for the summer waiting long, We Keep Memorial Day.
Who cometh over the hills, Freedom Triumphant In War And Peace.
Worn with the battle, by Stamford town, Saxon Grit.
Yes, we’ll rally ‘round the flag, boys, we’ll rally once again, Battle Cry Of Freedom.
Your flag and my flag, Your Flag and My Flag.