From my position on a pole above that star shaped fort
I saw the British sail into that Baltimore port.
And when the fighting started I flew with pride,
And even took a shell deep into my side.
By the dawn's early light and the rockets red glare,
All could see, that I was still there.
And when the battle started in our nation so torn,
And another flag for our country was born,
I was carried aloft and held real high,
Only to watch the kin folk die.
It didn't bother the Blue and the Grey
Both flags were the same color anyway.
The war in ...