For the dear old Flag I die,
Mother, dry your weeping eye;
For the honor of our land
And the dear old Flag I die.

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"For the Dear Old Flag, I Die", chorus (c. 1863). Music by Stephen Foster. Lyrics attributed to Cooper in Irwin Silber (ed.) Songs of the Civil War (New York: Dover Publications, 1995) pp. 12, 27–29. Compare: "The Dying Boy", in The Sacred Harp (1859)—as cited in The Musical Quarterly, vol. 22, no. 2 (April 1936) pp. 165–166

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For the dear old Flag I die,Mother, dry your weeping eye;For the honor of our landAnd the dear old Flag I die.

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For the dear old Flag I die,
Mother, dry your weeping eye;
For the honor of our land
And the dear old Flag I die.