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STEP TO THE FRONT. 259 |
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We go to emulate their fame —
Here Freedom o'er us sheds its halo:
Our battle-cry is still the same — Brave sons of Erin, " Faugh a ballaugh."
We guard the banner of the free,
Crowned with a glorious constellation — The heaven-born flag of liberty,
And hope of every struggling nation. Let dastard traitors do their worst,
That emblem of our country's valor Shall not be trampled in the dust; —
Up, sons of Ireland! — " Faugh a ballaugh."
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STEP TO THE FRONT, SONS OF THE HEATHER.
DEDICATED TO THE HIGHLAND GUARD, SEVENTY-NINTH REGIMENT,
N. Y. S. M.
STEP to the front, bonnet and feather,
Linked with the dreams of your own Highland vale; Step to the front, sons of the heather,
Show the bold Southrons the face of the Gael. |
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