People closed and locked their doors,
The street was bare and empty.
Faces watched through darkened windows-
The Rebel troops were coming.
No one dared protest, nor raise the Yankee flag,
None but Barbara Frietchie dared make the Rebels mad.
Out her attic window
She stuck on a hard oak rod,
A symbol of honor and freedom,
And before Lee and before God
She let that flag a-fly
As the Rebel troops marched in.
It flew 'till they came so close
You could hear the awful din
Of Rebel soldiers and of horses-
General Lee had marched in.
When Jackson set his eyes upon the Yankee flag
Away up in yonder window,
He motioned toward a lad
Riding proudly at his elbow.
The lad lifted up his rifle,
And taking careful aim,
Shot up at yonder window
And brought the flag down again.
But brave Barbara Frietchie,
Her heart loyal to the end,
Snatched up the Yankee flag
And brought it out again.
She waved it out the attic window,
Her grave face hard and red,
"Shoot if you must this old gray head,
But spare your country's flag," she said. *
Jackson's eyes clouded with respect,
His head bowed softly in shame,
I would not mind at all, thought he,
To know this brave patriot's name.
"Who touches a hair of yon gray head,
Dies like a dog! March on!" he said. *
And so they left the gray head alone,
They did not touch the flag.
For none but Barbara Frietchie
Dared make the Rebels mad.
The lines with stars by them are the ones I stole- do you see my problem now? Help!
