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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS. |
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It was a prophetic piece of fun, and its significance became apparent twenty-five years later, when, to the tune of " Yankee Doodle/' Lord Cornwallis marched into the lines of these same old Continentals to surrender his army and his sword. What Cromwell proved to the godless army of Charles, with —
" Their perfumed satin clothes, their catches and their oaths, Their stage-plays and their sonnets, their diamonds and their spades,"
that our ancestors were to the royai oppressors of liberty. With Cromwell's rout, our soldiers could exclaim—
" The Kings of earth in fear, shall tremble when they hear What the hand of God hath wrought for the Houses and the Word."
Throughout our Revolution the song that tyranny had made to ridicule the champion of religious and political freedom, was the march to greater victories of the same principles. |
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