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306 SONG OF THE BORDER.
They may flaunt in the breeze their famed rattlesnake flag; They may sneer at the banner and call it a rag; But by all we hold sacred, above or below, We solemnly swear that their flag shall lie low ! Then fight, etc.
They may boast of their chivalry, boast of their
blood; We stand by our fathers' faith, bow but to God: Let them come in their pride ; they shall grievously feel The firmness and keenness of loyalists' steel.
Then free let the Stripes wave, bright
shine the Stars ! Confounded be Treason! despised be
the Bars! The false hearts of Rebels shall falter
and quail, As the banner of Union floats out on the gale.