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As a weary child would do, Sat the little drummer fast asleep, With his rat-tat-too.
—♦— FLAG-SONG OF THE MICHIGAN VOLUNTEERS.
BY D. BETHUNE DUFFIELD.
Adapted to the Anvil Cliorus from Trovatore.
I. TRUMPET, and ensign, and drum-beat are calling, From hill-side and valley, from mountain and river, " Forward the flag !" e'en though heroes are falling, Our God will His own chosen standard deliver.
Star-Spangled Banner! our hopes to thee are clinging,
Lead us to victory, or wrap us in death —
To thee stanch are we, while yet a breath
Remains to sing thee ;
Or arm to fling thee,
O'er this fair land, wide and free.