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Again from the mountain,
Through forest and valley, Once more near that fountain,
His invincibles rally. Like our own mountain eagle,
He swoops on the foemen, And the cohorts of Lincoln
Fly and cower before him !
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SOUTHERN SONG. Tune—" Wait for the Wagon."
Come, all ye sons of freedom,
And join our Southern band, We are going to fight the Yankees,
And drive them from our land. Justice is our motto,
And Providence our guide ; So jump into the wagon,
And we'll all take a ride.
Chorus.—So wait for the wagon ! the dissolution wagon;
The South is the wagon, and we'll all take a ride.
Secession is our watchword ;
Our rights we all demand; To defend our homes and firesides
We pledge our hearts and hands.