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A SOUTHERN SONG.
By "L. M.," in Louisville Courier.
If ever I consent to be married, And who would refuse a good mate?
The man whom I give my hand to, Must believe in the rights of the State.
To a husband who quietly submits
To negro-equality sway, The true Southern girl will not barter
Her heart and affections away.
The heart I may choose to preside o'er, True, warm, and devoted must be,
And have true love for a Union Under the Southern Liberty Tree.
Should Lincoln attempt to coerce him To share with the negro his right,
Then, smiling, I'd gird on his armor, And bid him God-speed in the fight.
And if he should fall in the conflict, His memory with tears I will grace;
Better weep o'er a patriot fallen, Than blush in a Tory embrace.