Sadly we gazed upon the flag torn from our brothers hands
And shed a tear for those once loved now joined to traitors hands.
They've put our flag beneath their feet they've trailed it in the dust.
And to the breeze their flag unfurled and placed in it their trust.
Mark what a trecherous day it was from the good old flag to turn,
whith us they dwelt beneath it's folds but now it's stars they spurn.
They've left the flag of Washington, the flag our fathers gave,
a richer boon was never given a prouder flag to wave,
but when the traitors raised their flag and marshalled for the fight,
six hundred thousand freemen rose to battle for the right.
Then to our God the prayer went up-protect our noble band.
God bless our cause, our Flag now waves within the traitors hand.
Then down with the Rebel Flag tread them beneath your feet,
and gaily to the breeze unfurl the flag we love to greet.
Wave on ye glorious Stars and Stripes & still our song shall be,
Long live long live our good old flag three cheers three cheers for thee.

-- Ira B. Austin, Co. C, 9th Vermont Infantry, undated.
(Courtesy of Charles A. Norman)