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WAR-SONG. 129 |
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Till all in place and station Are loyal to the nation ; Till enemies and traitors are driven from tne land.
Leave shuttle, quit the harrow, Bring from the mines strong marrow — Leave anvil, plane, and compass, as the tocsin sounds alarm ; Leave mills and shops untended, Leave books with tasks unended, That wives and weans may nestle securely from all harm.
Come, old, from the desk and study ;
Come, youth, with brawn arms ruddy; Come, rally ! ho ! come, rally for each altar, home, and hearth;
Our vows to each, now plighting,
In life and death uniting, For Union we inherited, — God-given at our birth. |
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