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THE SONS OF OLD LUZERNE. 255
As our pine, as our pine,
Always shine, always shine, Ever verdant, amid winter's blast;
Let our faith in the Right
Make us stand to the fight, Not relax while the battle doth last.
Sons of Maine ! Sons of Maine !
Not in vain, not in vain, Let our brothers encamped call for aid ;
Let the Seven Thousand* charge !
With the One-Armed, at their targe, And Rebellion at our feet will be laid.
THE SONS OF OLD LUZERNE.
BY M. L. T. HAKTMAN.
ALL honor to our Luzerne boys,
Who volunteered to save our land ! Who left kind friends and fireside joys, To join the patriotic band.
When Freedom's blast was issued forth From our Republic's capitol,
* Maine's quota of 300,000.