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80 A GATHERING SONG.
The veteran warrior doth buckle once more, The falchion which flashed through the battle of
yore, With sons and with grandsons, yes ! all for the foe, To raise the old standard, the Rebel lay low. They gather, they gather, &c.
Then haste to the rescue, ye patriot sons, Your birthright to prove, as the favorite ones; Strike, manfully strike, till your country shall be Entirely redeemed as the home of the free. Yet Bunker Hill's State, as of old in its zeal, The foremost responds to our nation's appeal, While first upon Liberty's altar to mourn The sons of her pride, by foul treachery torn. They gather, they gather, &c.
They 've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair, No claw lined with cotton, for Dixie, is there ! He '11 chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him, with Haman to wander, twin-ghost ; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old ; His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew, Redeeming his kinsman — our Abra'am will, too ! They gather, they gather, &c.