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Think you we will brook the insults of your fierce and ruffian
chief, Heaped upon our dark-eyed daughters stricken down and
pale with grief! Think you while astounded nations curse your malice, we- will
bear Foulest wrong ? with God to call on—arms to do—and hearts
to dare!
When we prayed in peace to leave you, answering came a
battle cry; Then we swore that oath which freemen never swear who
fear to die! Northrons, come ! and you shall find us heart to heart and
hand to hand, Shouting to the God of Battles, Freedom and our native land ! |
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BAYOU CITY GUARDS' DIXIE.
By the Company's Own Poet.
From Houston city and Brazos bottom, From selling goods and making cotton,
Away, away, away, away! We go to meet our country's foes, To win or die in freedom's cause;
Away, away, away, away!
Chorus.—We're going to old Virginia, hooray, hooray! To join the fight lor Southern rights— We'll live or die for Davis, hooray, hooray! We'll live or die for Davis. |
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