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Yankee Doodle, oh ! for shame, You're always intermeddling-; Let guns alone, they're dangerous things; You'd hetter stick to peddling. Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo, Yankee Doodle dandy.
When next I go to Bully Run I'll throw away the brandy. |
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"YE MEN OF ALABAMA!"
By John D. Phelan, of Montgomeiy, Ala.
Air—" Ye Mariners of England."
Ye men of Alabama,
Awake, arise, awake And rend the coils asunder
Of this abolition snake. If another fold he fastens—
If this final coil he plies— In the cold clasp of hate and power,
Fair Alabama dies.
Though round your lower limbs and waist
His deadly coils I see, Yet, yet, thank heaven ! your head and arms,
And good right hand, are free ; And in that hand there glistens—
O, God ! what joy to feel ! A polished blade, full sharp and keen,
Of tempered State rights' steel. |
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