Classic Poem

I' LL suffer fatigue and hunger,
I'll tramp in the mud and the rain,
But never will suffer a mortal
To tear that loved banner in twain!

I'll suffer the wounds of the battle,
And down to my grave bear the scars,
Before I will suffer a mortal
To pull down the Stripes and the Stars!

I'll suffer the pangs of the dying!
The chains of the captive I 'll drag!
I even will suffer dishonor,
But not to my dear country's flag!