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The Conquered Banner.
FURL that banner, for 'tis weary;
Furl it-fold it: it is best;
Furl it-fold it; let it rest!
Take that banner down! 'Tis tattered !
Over whom it floated high.
Now must furl it with a sigh!
Furl that banner! Furl it sadly!
Swore it should forever wave!
Swore that foeman's sword should never
O'er their freedom or their grave.
Furl it! For the hands that grasped it,
Cold and dead are lying low:
Of its people in their woe!
Now to furl and fold it so !
Furl that banner! True, 'tis gory;
Though now prostrate in the dust!
Furl its folds though now we must!
Furl that banner! sadly-slowly !
For it waves above the dead.
For its people's hopes are dead !