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For The Colors Ahead

For country, for family, for the colors ahead, Willing to fight for the words Lincoln said. We march to victory, we march to death, Further the cause with our last breath. Sounds of battle heard in the distance, We pour forth, they need our assistance. The first line has now engaged, War on the rebels to be waged. Our own battered war standard, it surges ahead, Should the flag bearer fall, I would raise it instead. It stands for our home, it binds us together, Many battles fought, many yet to weather. The flag, our flag, it cannot fall, Whatever happens, it shall remain tall. We will defend it to the very last man, <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: left;">And hold for as long as we possibly can.