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172 SONGS OF WAR AND PEACE |
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It was borne,
and torn,
in battle; Oft it rested by the fountains; On the dusty march it fluttered, And it waved upon the mountains, From many a rugged crag. Now the stars,
and bars,
of "Glory" In peace are grandly streaming, And mingled with the story, In freshest beauty beaming, Is the regimental flag. |
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RHODA RAGLAND.
'Twas the mornin' after Shiloh,
'Way down in Tennessee, I was cruisin' 'round among the woods—
A friend of mine and me, When I seed a little maiden
Who was settin' on a gun, That was busted at the muzzle
From the work that it had done.
She had throwed a bit of banner Acrost her golden head, |
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