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The name of Freedom calls you, the names of martyr'd
sires, And Liberty's imploring-, from all her hallow'd fires ! Can you withstand their calling ? You cannot pass them by— You cannot! now charge fiercely!—Boys, keep your powder
BAYOU CITY GUARDS' SONG.
IN THE CHICKAHOMINY SWAMP.
Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they're won, By that Cross and Stars, boys, fluttering in the sun— The girls at home will hear, boys, of our banquet of hard corn, And they'll think and pray for us, boys, at night and dewy
morn, Then hand around the corn, boys, and pass the full canteen ; Corn and water, and a fight, boys, are enough for us, I ween.
Sleeping in the swamps now, without shelter or a bed; The heaven's green sky above us, green turf beneath our head ; But at home when we arrive, boys, tender arms shall us enfold ; Our pillows shall be the hearts, boys, that now our image hold.
Shells are flying over us, the bullets 'round us fly;
But we'll lie upon the grass; boys, and munch our corn away !
We're driven to their gunboats the base, invading foe;
In quick time, such as Texans can, we'll make the Federals gOi