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124 IOWA MARCHING-SONG. |
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Hark, hark ! the roar of war's commotion,
Far over Southern hill and plain, Thrills us, fills us with emotion,
For friends beloved, and brothers slain — But our true flag we shall maintain. Then welcome, boys, the field of battle ; Let step be firm and eye be clear — God and the right — we feel no fear, When bombs and balls around us rattle ! Hurrah ! hurrah ! ye brave, Ye fearless Hawkeye band, March on, march on, march on to save Our Union and our land.
But this wild war is not our seeking, Oh, no, we ne'er began the strife, Till traitor hands with blood were reeking, And aimed the murderer's red knife At Freedom, and the nation's life. Let Southrons, now, but cease disunion, Cease now their worst of wicked Avars, And join again the Stripes and Stars, And North and South shall bloom in union. Hurrah ! hurrah ! ye brave,
Ye fearless Hawkeye band, March on, march on, march on to save Our Union and our land. |
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