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PENNSYLVANIA RANGERS' WAR-SONG. 57
Mount! mount! and away on the wild border-scout !
We care not for danger, we heed not the foe;
Where our brave steeds can bear us, right onward we go,
And never, as cowards, can we fly from the fight,
While our belts bear a blade, for our cause it is right.
Then mount and away ! give the fleet steed the
rein — The Ranger's at home on the wide-spreading plain ; Spur ! spur in the chase, dash on to the fight, Cry vengeance for the North ! and God-speed the
right ! The might of the foe gathers thick on our way, They hear our wild shout as we rush to the fray ; What to us is the fear of the death-stricken
plain ? We have " braved it before and will brave it again."
The death-dealing bullets around us may fall — They may strike, they may kill, but they cannot
appall; Through the red field of carnage right onward
we '11 wade,