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122 THROUGH BALTIMORE.
To rally round one sacred name, The charter of our power and fame : We never dreamed of guilt and shame
In Baltimore.
VI.
The coward mob upon us fell:
McHenry's flag they tore: Surprised, borne backward by the swell, Beat down with mad, inhuman yell, Before us yawned a traitorous hell
In Baltimore !
VII.
The streets our soldier-fathers trod
Blushed with their children's gore ; We saw the craven rulers nod, And dip in blood the civic rod — Shall such things be, O righteous God,
In Baltimore ?
VIII.
No, never! By that ou@rage black,
A solemn oAth we swore, Tobring the KeystCne's thousands Back, Strike dowB the dastards w@o attack, And lAave a red and fAery track
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