Do they miss me at home--do they miss me At morning, at noon, or at night? And lingers one gloomy shade round them That only my presence can light? Are joys less invitingly welcome, And pleasures less hale than before, Because one is miss’d from the circle, Because I am with them no more, Because I am with them no more! Unfurl the Glorious Banner. 36 Unfurl the glorious banner, let it sway upon the breeze, The emblem of our country’s pride, on land, and on the seas The emblem of our liberty, borne proudly in the wars, The hope of every freeman, the gleaming stripes and stars. CHORUS. Then unfurl the glorious banner out upon the welcoming air, Read the record of the olden time upon its radiance there; In the battle it shall lead us, and our banner ever be, A beacon-light to glory, and a guide to victory. The glorious band of patriots who gave the flag its birth, Have writ with steel in history, the record of its worth; From east to west, from sea to sea, from pole to tropic sun, Will eyes grow bright, and hearts throb high at the name of Washington. _Chorus._--Then unfurl the glorious banner, &c. Ah! proudly should we bear it, and guard this flag of ours, Borne bravely in its infancy amidst the darker hours; Only the brave may bear it, a guardian it shall be For those who well have won the right to boast of liberty. _Chorus._--Then unfurl the glorious banner, &c. The meteor flag of seventy-six, long may it wave in pride, To tell the world how nobly the patriot fathers died: When from the shadows of their night outburst the brilliant sun, It bathed in light the stripes and stars, and lo! the field was won. _Chorus._--Then unfurl the glorious banner, &c. My own Native Land 37 I’ve roved over mountain, I’ve cross’d over flood; I’ve traversed the wave-rolling sand; Though the fields were as green, and the moon shone as bright, Yet it was not my own native land. No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, Though the fields were as green, and the moon shone as bright, Yet it was not my own native land. The right hand of friendship how oft I have grasp’d And bright eyes have smiled and looked bland, Yet happier far were the hours that I pass’d In the West--in my own native land. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Yet happier far were the hours that I pass’d In the West--in my own native land.