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GALLANT BOYS OF KEYES' BRIGADE. 265
We dearly love our native land,
The land of liberty and fame, And never will our patriot-band
To her bring injury or shame. Oh, never yet did lover glow
To meet his bride, in smiles arrayed, As do, to meet the pursuing foe,
The gallant boys of Keyes' Brigade.
The Brooklyn boys, the lads of Troy,
Oswego's strong, heroic band, And Albany's, with souls of joy,
In one unwavering phalanx stand. We move to meet the Rebel host,
United, gay, and undismayed— Come, traitors, on ! o'er you will boast
The gallant boys of Keyes' Brigade.
If death should come, why let it come;
Death is more welcome than defeat; To die for liberty and home
Is death most glorious and most sweet. Let us but see, with fading eye,
Our banner float o'er foes low laid, And death we '11 greet with victory,
The gallant boys of Keyes' Brigade. |
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