If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot.

Under the sooty flag of Acheron, Harpies and Hydras.

Under spreading ensigns moving nigh, in slow But firm battalion.

The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.

We didn't see any red flags come up during the course of our inquiry.

Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the God of storms, The lightning and the gale.