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HO! YANKEE BOYS.
Forget the days we rambled o'er
Our free New England hills ? Forget the joyous hours we passed,
Beside her shining rills? Forget the cheerful fires, whose smoke
Unon her free air curls ? Forget the hearths where cluster round
New England's peerless girls ? Forget the cheerful, &c.
What! look with alien eyes upon
The land where Hancock died, And in a vile and impious tone
The Pilgrim's faith deride ? Shall Lexington and Bunker Hill
Be named by us in scorn, Because a Revolution there
In Freedom's name was born ? Shall Lexington, &c.
No ! by the blood of heroes shed
On Bunker's gory height; No ! by the mem'ry of the dead
Who dared old England's might — The flag that floats o'er Plymouth Rock
Shall wave o'er Sumter's wall!