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14 CAMP SONG. |
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Slack not thy weapon in the fight; Courage ! for God defends the Right;
Strike home ! strike home !
CAMP SONG.
BY CAPT. CHARLES WINTER
Written on receipt of the intelligence that the Massachusetts soldiers had been fired on in Baltimore.
Air— " Ye Parliaments of England.''''
WE tell you, Traitors of the South, With all your chivalry, too, That madness whirls your brains about,
And you know not what you do ! You have made a war, unholy ; You '11 be sure to rue the dav When you meet the Freemen of the North In battle's stern array!
You have called us dough-faced cowards, Said you'd meet us, two to one,
And you 've shown us how a dirty mob Can steal a soldier's gun ; |
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