Southern War Songs Camp-Fire, Patriotic & Sentimental

200+ Song Lyrics Collected, Arranged & Illustrated, By W. L. Fagan - online songbook

	The Southern yell rang- loud and high the moment that we thundered in, Smiting the demons hip and thigh, cleaving them to the very chin; My right arm bared for fiercer play the left one held the rein in slack; In all the fury of the fray I sought the white man, not the black. The dabbled clots of brain and gore across the swirling sabres ran; To me each brutal visage bore the front of one accurs'd man ! Throbbing along the frenzied vein, my blood seem'd kindled into song— The death-dirge of the sacred slain, the slogan of immortal wrong. It glared athwart the dripping glaves, it blazed in each avenging eye— The thought of desecrated graves and some lone sister's des­perate cry.
	Virginia Sword-Beit Clasp.
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