In no triumphal line I ride,
No praise falls on my ears;
But I’ve a flag that waves in pride,
Above me through the years.
A flag whose folds are dear to me,
Whose glory I confess--
The symbol of my liberty,
And peace, and happiness.
Little of riches have I known,
Little perhaps deserve;
But I’ve a land to call my own,
A people I can serve.
A country that’s as broad and fair,
As any on the ball;
With happy people everywhere--
An equal chance for all.