Off with your hat as the flag goes by! And let the heart have it say; You're man enough for a tear in your eye That you will never wipe away.

You're man enough for a thrill that goes To your very finger-tips-- Ay! the lump just then in your throat that rose Spoke more than your parted lips.

Lift up the boy on your shoulder high, And show him the faded shred; Those stripes would be red as the sunset sky If death could have dyed them red.

Off with your hat as the flag goes by! Uncover the youngster's head; Teach him to hold it holy and high For the sake of its sacred dead.