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UP AND AT THEM. |
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Let not brief reverses daunt us ;
Let no craven fears assail; Treason's banner now may taunt us
In the fierce but fleeting gale; But the time again will come,
When again that flag shall cower And the boasting voice be dumb,
Shouting now its little hour ! Up and at them ! Freemen, then, the way is plain ! At the traitors once again !
Up and at them Once again! Madmen ! fiercely though ye drain War's red chalice, it is vain ! Never shall ye rend asunder
Freedom's flag of stripes and stars; — Freedom guards it with her thunder ;
Down will smite your thing of bars ; Down your wretched counterfeit!
In her roused and sacred rage, She will tear and trample it!
Holy is the war ye wage! Up and at them ! Freemen, then, the way is plain ; At the traitors once again !
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