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 We’ve raised a flagpole on the farm
 * And flung Old Glory to the sky,

We’re far removed from war’s alarm,
 * But courage here is running high.

We’re doing things we never dreamed
 * We’d ever find the time to do;

Deeds that impossible once seemed
 * Each morning now we hurry through,

The flag now waves above our toil And sheds its glory on the soil, And boy and man look up to it As if to say: “I’ll do my bit!”