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Where the laurel waves o'er our brothers graves,
Who have gone to their rest before us
Here's a requiem shall sound for them
And thunder in battle chorus !
By the light that lies in our Southern skies,
By the spirits that watch above us;
By the gentle hands in our Summer lands,
And the gentle hearts that love us !
Our father's faith let us keep till death,
Their fame in its cloudless splendor—
As men who stand for their mother land,
And die—but never surrender !
CHIVALROUS C. S. A.
Air—"Vive la Compagnie."
I'll sing you a song of the South's sunny clime,
Chivalrous C. S. A.! Which went to housekeeping once on a time ;
Bully forC S. A.! Like heroes and princes they lived for a while,
Chivalrous C. S. A.! 'And routed the Hessians in most gallant style ;
Bully for C. S. A.!
Chorus.—Chivalrous, chivalrous people are they ! Chivalrous, chivalrous people are they ! In C. S. A. ! In C. S. A.! Aye, in chivalrous C. S. A.!