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Adieu, thou beloved of my bosom !
For thy soldier-love shed not a tear ; But beseech the great Lord of the battle,
To protect him and all he holds dear.
Adieu, honored father! who taught me, For the rights of a freeman to stand—
To resist, when his rod, the aggressor, Shakes in wrath o'er my dear native land.
Oh, my country, thou home of my loved ones !
You, the tyrant would seek to enslave— Sweep you off from the face of creation,
Wake, freemen, our country to save!
Hear the threats of that ruthless banditti, Who for " booty " and " beauty " would fight;
Shall they sweep our loved South from creation? No! her sons will arise in their might!
"Sweep the South from the face of the earth!" boys?
We can sweep, too, O land of our birth ! For our homes and our altars and dear ones,
We the ruffians can sweep from the earth.
Adieu to the church, where the Christian For the soldier and Sabbath will pray;
But the Bible and' chaplain go with us, And Jehovah, our God, is our stay !