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88 SONG FOE THE ILLINOIS VOLUNTEERS.
Our souls were never shackled with the chains that Slavery clanks.
We are free, we are free, And we ever mean to be, For ever, ever free, In death or victory !
Our banner is a galaxy of glorious silver stars, Freedom's history is written on its white and crimson
bars, In the face of Southern foes we will flaunt our dear
old flag, And it never shall be lowered to a vile Secession rag:
It shall wave forever free, For ever, ever free, Or a winding-sheet shall be, For us and Liberty.
Our Southern foes are brothers — Oh God ! and must we strike
At bosoms born and nurs'd with us, on Freedom's soil alike ?
Alas ! unblushing treachery has stamped the Southern name,
With deeds so dark they mark anew the calendar of shame. |
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