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CAMP SONG. |
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But for your dastard cowardice
The battle-field shall tell That the blood you shed in Baltimore
Was your passport into hell!
You have dared us out to meet vou,
But you '11 find our courage true 1 For, by the eternal God we swear
To crush your Rebel crew! We know our cause is holy;
We will keep our powder dry; And fight, as did our noble sires,
For Freedom — or we '11 die !
We march as loyal patriots!
We are bound with iron bands! Our trust is in a righteous God !
Our swords are in our hands ! We march to conquer Treason ;
Oar purpose is our might, And we do not fear the issue,
For we know that we are right.
We bear the glorious Stars and Stripes.
That never knew defeat; We '11 drench with blood your Rebel rag
And tread it 'neath our feet! |
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