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156 "I FIGHTS MIT SI GEL." |
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On, with a prayer ! there is peril before us !
On, in the face of death, fearless and proud! Life ! with the flag that our fathers waved over us! Death ! with its crimson-stained folds for a shroud !
Now for our " fatherland,"
Strike with true heart and hand ! Loyal our venture — and heavenward our trust!
Down with the " traitor's rag ! "
Up with the starry flag ! Death for our banner ! and God for the just!
—♦— " I FIGHTS MIT SIGEL ! "
BY GRANT P. ROBINSON.
MET him again, he was trudging along, His knapsack with chickens was swelling; lie 'd " Blenkered " these dainties, and thought it no wrong, From some secessionist's dwelling-" What regiment's yours ? and under whose flag Do you fight ? " said I, touching his shoulder; Turning slowlv around, he smilinirly said, .
For the thought made him stronger and bolder, " I Jights mit Sigel ! " |
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