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Flung to the world-wide winds

Old Glory goes to the breeze.

We are on our way back Home—

By the trail we have come before;

By the trail that leads from the depths

Through the swirl of the Winning Score;

So those of you in the way

Hark to the chant we've spun—

"Give us the open road

Till we find our place in the sun."

Grantland Rice.