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302 MARCHING ON
They are rallying round the standard of our nation
at her call, And a fervent love of country nerves their spirits
one and all,
As they go marching on !
Their hearts have ne'er forgotten the voice that
Sumter spoke, When its sounds in awful thunders on the startled
nation broke; Its echoes still are lingering round the homes of
Liberty, And wake an answering chorus in the spirits of the free,
As they go marching on !
Down in Virginia's valleys, where Potomac's waters glide,
Lies many a gallant soldier, who bravely fought and died!
A nation's love is circling, like a halo, where he lies !
While above are brightly arching the sunny southÂern skies.
No more he marcheth on !
But 'mid far distant mountains full many a circle mourn |
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