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This is a song/poem written by Johnny Cash. I re-wrote it to suit Canada. I did my best to make it historically acurate.
Hope you folks like it. It's not perfect but I like it.
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin there.
I said, "Your court house is kinda run down,
He said, "No, it will do for our little town".
I said "your old flag pole kinda leaned a little bit,
And that’s a ragged old flag you got hanging on it".
He said "have a seat", so I sat down,
He said, "is this your first visit to our little town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"
"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When MacKenzie took it across the Red River,
It got powder burned the night Adolphe-Basile Routhier
sat watching it, writing
"La Hymn National"
It got a rip on the Planes of Abraham, with Johnson & MacDonald
tugging at its seams.
It almost fell at The battle for Kingston beside the British flag,
But she waved on tho.
It got cut with a sword in Toronto,
Got cut again at Quebec.
There was Gen Brook and Captain Yeo and MacKenzie,
And the south wind blew hard on
"That Ragged Old Flag"
On Flanders Field in World War I,
She took a bad hit from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time that one was through,
She was in Korea, Afghanistan She went where she was sent
by her Johnny Canuck.
She waved from our ships upon
the briney foam,
and now they've about quit waving her,
here at home.
(The Native Americans, The Black, Yellow and White
All shed red blood for the Maple Leaf.)
And here in her own good land,
She’s been abused, burned, dishonored, denied and refused,
And the very government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she’s getting thread bare, and she’s wearing kinda thin,
But she’s in pretty good shape, for the shape she’s in.
Cause she’s been through the fire before
and she can take a whole lot more.
So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don’t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I do like to brag
Cause I’m mighty proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"
*Written by Johnny Cash
RE - Written by Chris_502
Pro Patria.
Hope you folks like it. It's not perfect but I like it.
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin there.
I said, "Your court house is kinda run down,
He said, "No, it will do for our little town".
I said "your old flag pole kinda leaned a little bit,
And that’s a ragged old flag you got hanging on it".
He said "have a seat", so I sat down,
He said, "is this your first visit to our little town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"
"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there,
When MacKenzie took it across the Red River,
It got powder burned the night Adolphe-Basile Routhier
sat watching it, writing
"La Hymn National"
It got a rip on the Planes of Abraham, with Johnson & MacDonald
tugging at its seams.
It almost fell at The battle for Kingston beside the British flag,
But she waved on tho.
It got cut with a sword in Toronto,
Got cut again at Quebec.
There was Gen Brook and Captain Yeo and MacKenzie,
And the south wind blew hard on
"That Ragged Old Flag"
On Flanders Field in World War I,
She took a bad hit from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp and low by the time that one was through,
She was in Korea, Afghanistan She went where she was sent
by her Johnny Canuck.
She waved from our ships upon
the briney foam,
and now they've about quit waving her,
here at home.
(The Native Americans, The Black, Yellow and White
All shed red blood for the Maple Leaf.)
And here in her own good land,
She’s been abused, burned, dishonored, denied and refused,
And the very government for which she stands
Has been scandalized throughout out the land.
And she’s getting thread bare, and she’s wearing kinda thin,
But she’s in pretty good shape, for the shape she’s in.
Cause she’s been through the fire before
and she can take a whole lot more.
So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down slow every night,
We don’t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On second thought
I do like to brag
Cause I’m mighty proud of
"That Ragged Old Flag"
*Written by Johnny Cash
RE - Written by Chris_502
Pro Patria.
very very well...Ill bring if you dont mind to my cadet unit to talk to them about our history and valor 
