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A farmer came to camp, one day, with milk and eggs to sell |
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A flash from the edge of a hostile trench |
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Aha ! a song for the trumpet's tongue |
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Alas! the rolling hours pass slow |
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A life on the Vicksburg bluff |
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All quiet along the Potomac to-night.., |
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A nation has sprung into life |
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Arise I Arise ! with main and might |
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Arise! Ye sons of freeborn sires, arise ! your country save |
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As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day. |
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A soldier boy from Texas lay gasping on the field |
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At Bull Run, when the sun was low |
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A warrior has fallen ! a chieftain has gone, |
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Away down South in de fields of cotton |
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Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name |
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Bravely ye've fought, my gallant, gallant men |
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By blue Patapsco's billowy dash |
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By the cross upon our banner—glory of our Southern sky |
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Can'st tell who lose the battle oft in the council field |
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Cheer, boys, cheer ! we'll march away to battle |
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Childhood's days have long since faded |
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Come, all ye sons of freedom |
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Come all ye temper'd hearts of steel—come, quit your flocks and farms, |
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Come, all ye valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell |
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Come, brothers ! rally for the right |
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Come, stack arms, men ! pile on the rails |
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Countrymen of "Washington |
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Darkies, has you seed my massa |
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Dear mother, I remember well |
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Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me. |
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Down by the valley, 'mid thunder and lightning |
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Fair ladies and maids of all ages. |
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Fearlessly the seas we roam |
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Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they're won |
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Flag of the Southland ! Flag of the free |
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