The Old Glory
The father cries
The mother cries
When their child dies
A grown up man
But a child in their eyes
The father weeps
The mother weeps
When their child sleeps
Into the eternal deeps
From the country’s reaps
The father mourn
The mother mourn
While the child is torn
When he was born
With the country’s scorn
The father dies
The mother dies
When the bloody flag flies
Into the sky, into the lies
Where the old glory dies
