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Maine Battle Song
Another contemporary song of the Aroostook War. Printed, without explanation, by McCarty, Songs, Odes, and Other Poems on National Subjects, 184a, III, 437-438. It appeared in Maine newspapers in 1839 {Historical Collections oj Piscataquis County, Maine, Dover, 1910,1, 321).
1 Come, sogers! take your muskets up;
And grasp your faithful rifles; We're gwoin to lick the red coat men,
Who call us Yankees, "trifles." Bring out the big gun made of brass,
Which forges July thunder; Bring out the flag of Bennington,
And strike the foe with wonder.
2 We'll lick the red coats, any how,
And drive them from the border; The loggers are awake — and all
Await the gin'ral's order; Britannia shall not rule the Maine,
Nor shall she rule the water, They've sung that song full long enough,
Much longer than they oughter.
3 The Aroostook's a right slick stream,
Has nation sights of woodlands,
And hang the feller that would lose
His footing on such good lands. |
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