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THE STARS AND STRIPES.
And next the hardy pioneers, the dauntless and the
brave, From those domains by Freedom won, that never
knew a slave, Their trusty rifles all in hand, with eye and port like
Mars, Grasped once again with iron hand, the staff that bears our stars !
Hurrah! hurrah! for the Union flag,
hurrah ! Hurrah for the Union flacr, that bears our Stripes and Stars !
And from the bison's prairie-haunts, o'er Mississippi's flood,
From Minnehaha's sparkling falls, from Kansas' land of blood,
New England's youngest scions there have heard the din of wars,
And grasped their fathers' ancient brand, and rear'd their stripes and stars,
And belted on their father's brand and rear'd their fathers' stars. Hurrah ! &c.
And farther still, where sunset-seas bathe California's shore,