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116                    RALLYING SONG.
And the tide of war is rolling,
To the far and sunny South; Where our iron boats are speeding, And our dauntless columns treading, With the Mississippi leading,
We are marching for its mouth.
We have come from the prairies, &c.
And whene'er our country needs us, And where'er our banner leads us, Never heeding what impedes us,
We will follow to the death ; For the patriot must not falter, When his country's foes assault her, And profane her sacred altar,
With their pestilential breath.
We have come from the prairies, &c.
May our flag float on forever, O'er a Union none can sever, And may vile secession never
Spread its ruin through our land ; May our country's wrongs be righted, And her children reunited, And her flag no more be blighted
By the touch of Treason's hand.
We have come from the prairies, &c.