'Shoot, if you must, this old grey head,
But spare your country's flag,' she said.
A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came.


'Barbara Frietchie' (1863)


'Shoot, if you must, this old grey head, But spare your country's flag,' she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader...

'Shoot, if you must, this old grey head, But spare your country's flag,' she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader...

'Shoot, if you must, this old grey head, But spare your country's flag,' she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader...

'Shoot, if you must, this old grey head, But spare your country's flag,' she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader...