Classic Poem

[A New Version OF AN O LD S ONG ]

When Abraham spends without measure,
Sending armies and navies afar,
Who fills up the chests of his treasure,
Who tightens the sinews of war?
Undaunted by danger or omen,
'T is the In-ter-nal Revenue,
That flaunts in the face of the foeman
The flag of the Red, White, and Blue.

Each stamp breaks a link of our fetters,
Breaks chains that were tight round our necks.
Hurrah for the red on our letters!
Hurrah for the blue on our checks!
Like the crimson blood of our bravest,
Who are tracking the snow wastes through,
Like the foam on the sea of our navies,
Hurrah for the Red, White, and Blue!