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44 FOLK-SONGS OF THE CIVIL WAR.
It happened one fine day,
Down by the rajin say, Quite convenient to the boilin' Gulf of Mexico,
That some chaps hauled down our flag,
And it through the dust did drag, Swearin' it should never float on Fort Sumpter, O.
The author of a song entitled Freedom's Guide had a force and vigor which, with a little more polish and form, would have entitled him to a place in polite literature, and the real singable quality, which was, perhaps, of more importance: —
Our country now is great and free, And this forever it shall be.
We know the way — we know the way. Though Southern foes may gather here, We will protect what we hold dear. We know the way.
Chorus. We know the way — we know the way. Through Baltimore, hooray. For our guide is Freedom's banner.
Hooray, hooray. The way is through Baltimore.
The South shall see that we are true, And that we know a thing or two.
We know the way — we know the way. As Yankee boys we are at hand, Our countless throngs shall fill the land. We know the way.