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HO ! YANKEE B 0 YS.
These States shall all together stand, Or all together fall! The flag, &c.
We 've met the boasting cavalier, —
Proud lord of whips and chains, — Within our nation's council-halls
And conquered him with brains ; And now, if he will have it so,
We '11 make the Southron feel The Pilgrims' sons, wherever found,
Can handle lead and steel. And now, if he, &c.
The torch that burned at Lexington,
Lit by our patriot sires, Shall yet illume the Southern skies,
With Freedom's holy fires; And Yankee schools shall dot the plains,
And Yankee churches rise, Till truth and light dissolves each chain
And slavery groans and dies. And Yankee schools, &c.