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THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. 227
And sing the maiden, kind and true, Trim, handy, quiet, sweet, and spunky,
That nursed me, and made no ado, When I lay sick on the Pamunky.
Fair hands! but not too nice or coy
To soothe my pangs with service tender; Soft eyes ! that watched a wasted boy,
All loving, as your land's defender ! O, I was then a wretched shade,
But now I 'm strong, and growing chunky ; So, forward! but God bless the maid
That saved my life on the Pamunky.
f. j. c.
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THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM.
YES, we '11 rally round the flag, boys,
We '11 rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; We will rally from the hill-side, We will rally from the plain, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom.
Chorus : The Union forever ! Hurrah, boys, hurrah! Down with the Traitors, up with the Stars; |
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