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To arms, to arms, ye brave! Th' avenging- sword unsheath !
March on ! March on ! All hearts resolved on victory or death, March on ! March on ! All hearts resolved on victory or death.
With needy, starving" mobs surrounded,
The jealous, blind fanatics dare To offer, in their zeal unbounded,
Our happy slaves their tender care,
Our happy slaves their tender care. The South, though deepest wrongs bewailing,
Long yielded all to Union name ;
But Independence now we claim, And all their threats are unavailing.
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th' avenging sword unsheath !
March on! March on ! All hearts resolved on victory or death, March on ! March on ! All hearts resolved on victory or death. |
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This may be called the rallying song of the Confederacy. Composed early in 1861, it was sung throughout the South while the soldiers were hurried to Virginia with this, the grandest of martial airs, as a benediction. |
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