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But soldiers, you were made to tight, To starve all day, and watch all night, And should you chance get bread and meat, That bugler will not let you eat.
Oh hasten then, that glorious day, When buglers shall no longer pla3r, When we through peace shall be set free, From "Tattoo," "Taps," and "Reveille."
ADDRESS OF THE WOMEN TO THE SOUTHERN
By Mrs. J. T. H. Cross. Air—" Bruce's Address."1
Southern men, unsheathe the sword, Inland and along the board ; Backward drive the Northern horde— Rush to victory !
Let your banners kiss the sky, Be "The right" your battle cry! Be the God of battles nigh— Crown you in the fight!
Pressing back the tears that start, We behold your hosts depart: Saying, with heroic heart,
Clothe your arms with might!