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lt>4 RALLYING SONG.
And our wives and sons and daughters,
For the fierce and bloody fight.
But they need not deplore us,
With the foe encamped before us,
For the God who watches o'er us,
Will himself protect the Right.
From the Delaware we rally, From the Mamakating Valley, And to combat forth we sally
When our bleeding country calls — From the Shawangunk Mountains hoary, And the Minisink, whose story Tells what recompense of glory
Waits the soldier when he falls.
From old Sullivan we muster — She is loyal, we can trust her — And from Orange and from Ulster,
And from bright Cochecton's banks, And there 's plenty in those regions For a dozen more such Legions, All as sturdv as Norwegians,
And prepared to fill the ranks.
Then whene'er our country needs us, And where'er our banner leads us,