The Union Jack

This little flag to us so dear,
The Union Jack of Fame,
Come, sit by me, and you shall hear
The way it got its name.

We first must look at other three,
Please hold them up quite tight,
They all have crosses, you can see,
Two red ones and one white.

St. Patrick's Cross, to Ireland dear,
Like letter X it lies;
St. George's Cross, so bright and clear,
Led England's battle cries.

St. Andrew's Cross is white, you see,
Upon a bed of blue,
The Scottish flag it used to be,
To it the folks were true.

In Course of time, the three combin'd,
It was a famous tack:
We'll do the same, and you will find,
Great Britain's Union Jack.
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