Motherhood
I stand for motherhood
America, and a hot lunch for orphans
Take off your hat, sir
Betsy Ross's flag is passing
Do you see him on the hill at Gettysburg
'Neath that great triumphal arch?
If you see him as he's trampling through the grapes of wrath
Stand up and march
March
March
I stand for motherhood
America, and a hot lunch for orphans
Take off your hat, sir
There's a tear-stained eagle passing
Do you see him on the bridge at Waterloo
'Neath that great triumphal arch?
If you hear him singing Dixie in the sugar cane
Stand up and march
March
March
I stand for motherhood, America (Alamo, remember the)
And a hot lunch for orphans (Alamo, oh)
Take off your hat, sir (I regret that I've one life)
Betsy Ross's flag is passing (To give for my country)
Do you see him on the hill at Gettysburg (In the words of Lincoln one if by land)
'Neath that great triumphal arch? (Yes, Dad I chopped that cherry tree down!)
(O, Stonewall Jackson)
If you see him as he's trampling through the grapes of wrath (Glory, glory, hallelujah)
Stand up and march
March
Four-score and seven years ago!
March, march
March
To form a more perfect union!
March, march
Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead!
March, march
March!
America, and a hot lunch for orphans
Take off your hat, sir
Betsy Ross's flag is passing
Do you see him on the hill at Gettysburg
'Neath that great triumphal arch?
If you see him as he's trampling through the grapes of wrath
Stand up and march
March
March
I stand for motherhood
America, and a hot lunch for orphans
Take off your hat, sir
There's a tear-stained eagle passing
Do you see him on the bridge at Waterloo
'Neath that great triumphal arch?
If you hear him singing Dixie in the sugar cane
Stand up and march
March
March
I stand for motherhood, America (Alamo, remember the)
And a hot lunch for orphans (Alamo, oh)
Take off your hat, sir (I regret that I've one life)
Betsy Ross's flag is passing (To give for my country)
Do you see him on the hill at Gettysburg (In the words of Lincoln one if by land)
'Neath that great triumphal arch? (Yes, Dad I chopped that cherry tree down!)
(O, Stonewall Jackson)
If you see him as he's trampling through the grapes of wrath (Glory, glory, hallelujah)
Stand up and march
March
Four-score and seven years ago!
March, march
March
To form a more perfect union!
March, march
Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead!
March, march
March!
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Writer(s): Jerry Herman
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