To think that some still hoist that rag.
The honor of the Union drag
thru mud and blood and battle slag,
a disgrace to a Union soldier
They sing of ‘Dixie’, racist tag!
Where slaves behind their masters lag
Compelled to fill their cotton bag.
Were it not for the Union soldier
“The south gon’ do it agin”, they brag
It’s enough to make a grown man gag
If that traitorous flag wasn’t bound to snag,
On the spear of some Union soldier.