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No foreign power shall us enslave—no Northern tyrant reign; 'Twas independence made us free, and freedom we'll maintain.
The rising world shall sing of us a thousand years to come, And children to their children tell what glories we have won.
Farewell, sweethearts! 'tis for awhile; my dear, sweet girls,
adieu; Let's drive these Northern dogs away, we'll come and stay
And when the war is over, boys, we'll then sit down sit ease— We'll plow and sow, and reap and mow, and do just as we please.
ARISE! YE SONS OF FREE-BORN SIRES!
(Lines prompted by the spirit that pervaded the soldiers of Galveston on receiving the news of our disaster.)
By A. E. Morris, Company C, Twentieth Infantry.
Arise! ye sons of free-born sires; arise ! your country save; Kindle again the wonted fires that animate the brave : Your heritage your foes menace—secure it from their foul embrace—
Your chains asunder burst ! What tho' they count as harvest-seed—as fathers bled, their sons must bleed,
Or be forever accursed!