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Dat rocket high a-blazing in de sky
'Tis de sign dat de snobbies am comin' up nigh—
Look away, etc. Dey bin braggin' long, if we dare to shoot a shot, Dey comin' up strong and dey'll send us all to pot, Fire away, fire away, lads in gray.
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THE SOUTHRON'S CHANT OF DEFIANCE.
By C. A. Warfield, Kentucky. Music by A. E. Blackmar. |
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You can never win us back
Never! never! Though we perish on the track
Of your endeavor; Though our corses strew the earth, That smiled upon their birth, And blood . pollutes each hearth
Stone forever ! |
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We have risen to a man,
Stern and fearless ; Of your curses and your ban
We are careless. Every hand is on its knife, Every gun is pruned for strife, Every palm contains a life,
High and peerless! |
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