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28 THE STARS AND STRIPES.
And grim Sierras darkly frown its golden treasures
o'er, Our Western Twins have heard the call, and an-
swer'd from afar, We come! we come! Rear high the flag, that
knows no single star. Hurrah ! &c.
Missouri, too, her garments red, and little Delaware,
With heart as big as when of old she bore a lion's share,
Have burst the chain which cramps the soul, and all that's noble mars,
And wheel'd in line, come weal or woe, beneath the Stripes and Stars. Hurrah ! &c.
And " Maryland, our Maryland," though called with
" fife and drum," And " old-line bugle," too, to fight against the
" Northern scum," Has thought of Camden's bloody field and Eutaw's
iron scars, And lo! she stands, where erst she stood, beneath
the Stripes and Stars. Hurrah ! &c.