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BLUE GRASS BALLADS
Then tuck his guns, an' shot 'em off,
An' flung 'em to the hogs, En tuck his knives an hacked the blades,
Tell they was only saws, An' sence that day, the word of Ike
Has ben ow statoot laws.
A SONG FOR TENNESSEE.
A hundred years, dear Tennessee;
A hundred years and one, Among the sisterhood of states,
And duties nobly done; Yet never shone a brighter smile
Upon a fairer face Than thine, proud daughter of the South,
Nor one of sweeter grace.
So here's to thee,
Dear Tennessee, Far famed in song and story;
And may you be
Forever free, And clothed in love and glory.
A hundred years, dear Tennessee,
Of honor, worth and truth; A hundred years, and you have grown
In strength and rosy youth;