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BIVOUAC-SONG. |
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BIVOUAC-SONG OF THE FIFTY-THIRD REGIMENT.*
Air — " Aula1 Lang Syne.''''
WHILE black Disunion rears its head In this — fair Freedom's land, So Ions we '11 sing a warlike strain,
And be a warlike band. Our flag 's unfurled — the Stars and Stripes
We ever will maintain ; The traitor dies who boldly dares That glorious flag to stain, Chorus — We 're resting now in bivouac, And one day's march is made, We '11 sing a song while twilight sinks Into the night's deep shade.
Our brave young leader cheers us on,
Our officers are true, We trust in them, they trust in us —
Whate'er they say we do. We know we '11 never die of thirst,
While our gallant Brooke is full; |
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* Pennsylvania Volunteers. |
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