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ARKANSIAN BATTLE-HYMN. 183
We remember David Walker, who sought our votes
of old, And linked to ours his " destiny," in voice of
utt'rance bold, But southward drove his " contrabands," a bid for Rebel gold, -•
As we came marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c.
We scorn deception ever, we scorn it most of
all In the proud and haughty Rebels, who are seeking still our fall — But soon they '11 hear the shouting, and the trumpet's gath'ring call,
As we go marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c.
We 've fought, bled, and suffered, but gladly sprung to arms, To trample out the treason that desolates our farms; We '11 bear aloft our banner, and to peace restore her charms,
As we go marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah, &c. |
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