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136 SONG OF THE MICHIGAN THIRD.
And we '11 fight for the flag of our Union ;
We '11 fight for our flag for aye, Though every stripe be dyed in blood,
And the last star shot away !
Through the frosts and storms of winter,
'Neath the fiery summer sun, We 've marched, and fought, and suffered,
Nor yet is our toiling done ; On half a score of bloody fields Our less'ning ranks have bled, Where " Fighting Dick " won deathless fame, Or immortal Kearny led.
Yet we '11 fight for our glorious banner,
We '11 fight for our flag for aye, Though every stripe be dyed in blood, And the last star shot away !
A third of our gallant fellows
Are resting from their toil, And sleep the peaceful sleep of death,
In " Virginia's sacred soil " ; " At home again," as many more,
By disease and battle maimed, Nurse mangled limbs and shattered health
With spirits yet untamed.