Text Box: He sailed out on a voyage Aboard the brig, CHARLES DOGGETT To rescue the BOUNTY mutineers. As the flag was unfurled He shouted…"Old Glory’ And the ship’s crew sang out with loud cheers. When the Captain, William Driver, Out of Salem, Massachusetts… Went to Nashville years later to retire, He took his beloved flag with him, But when the Civil War started Rebels sought it to destroy in their ire . It was renown throughout Nashville And though they searched high and low Rebels never found the much-hated banner. When Union forces captured Nashville, In eighteen sixty two, The flag surfaced in an unusual manner. Happy to see Union troops The Captain unstitched a quilt And hidden inside the quilt…never found… Was the twenty-four star flag He had nicknamed, ’Old Glory’ And the joy in his heart was profound. He took his flag with the soldiers To the capitol building… The flag Nashville patriots revered… And climbing up the high tower He replaced the Regiment’s flag While the soldiers all saluted and cheered. By John McKee March 2, 2007 Text Box: He sailed out on a voyage Aboard the brig, CHARLES DOGGETT To rescue the BOUNTY mutineers. As the flag was unfurled He shouted…"Old Glory’ And the ship’s crew sang out with loud cheers. When the Captain, William Driver, Out of Salem, Massachusetts… Went to Nashville years later to retire, He took his beloved flag with him, But when the Civil War started Rebels sought it to destroy in their ire. It was renown throughout Nashville And though they searched high and low Rebels never found the much-hated banner. When Union forces captured Nashville, In eighteen sixty two, The flag surfaced in an unusual manner. Happy to see Union troops The Captain unstitched a quilt And hidden inside the quilt…never found… Was the twenty-four star flag He had nicknamed, ’Old Glory’ And the joy in his heart was profound. He took his flag with the soldiers To the capitol building… The flag Nashville patriots revered… And climbing up the high tower He replaced the Regiment’s flag While the soldiers all saluted and cheered. By John McKee

Text Box: ‘Old Glory’ I watched our flag flutter On high in the breeze… The flag we all know as ‘Old Glory.’ She has flown high and proud For over two hundred years, But in her nickname there lies quite a story. Coined by a ship’s captain In eighteen thirty one… The nickname ‘Old Glory’’ held fast. He was presented one day A beautiful flag by his friends To fly proudly atop his ship’s mast.