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Say, shall we suffer the ruthless invader
O'er our fair valley to marshal his leg-ions? Loud calls Virginia, let every man aid her—
Aid her, and thus show his truth and allegiance. Hark to the battle-cry, rush on to victor}7!
Banished forever be party and faction; Let every loyal man rush to he in the van,
Led by the dauntless, the conqueror, Jackson.
Rise, rise, etc.
—Richmond Dispatch. |
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OUR BRAVES IN VIRGINIA.
Air—"Dixie Land."
We have ridden from the brave Southwest, On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast;
Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! With sabre flash and rifle true,—
Hurrah ! hurrah !— The Northern ranks we will cut through, And charge for old Virginia, boys ; Hurrah ! hurrah !
We have come from the cloud-capp'd mountains, From the land of purest fountains ;
Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! Our sweethearts and wives conjure us,—
Hurrah! hurrah ! Not to leave a foe before us, And strike for old Virginia, boys; Hurrah ! hurrah ! |
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