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SONG OF THE ANDERSON CAVALRY. 91
You to whose folds we fled; You in whose cause we 've bled, Bearing you at our head,
Flag of the Free ?
Could we desert you now,
Flag of the Free, And to black traitors bow,
Flag of the Free ? Never! through wod and ill Ireland her blood will spill, Bearing you onward still,
Flag of the Free !
——♦— SONG OF THE ANDERSON CAVALRY.
BY GEORGE H. BOKER.
THERE were tears in the eyes we left behind, And sighs on the lips we kissed at starting ; Nor blush we to find our sight half blind,
As we think again of that bitter parting. Chorus — For we go, we go, with parry and blow, And harder we '11 fight as our numbers grow few;