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Still on they rush'd, like quarter-horses, shouting- as they
ran, " The Rebels take the hindmost—now save himself who can !" They had gunboats and transports, and all sorts of crafts, They were all clad in iron, with guns fore and aft, In these they expected in safety to flee— But such a skedaddle you never did see ! |
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AWAKE! TO ARMS IN TEXAS! Air—" Dixie."
Hear ye not the sound of battle, Sabre clash and musket rattle ?
Awake, awake, awake in Texas! Hostile footsteps on your border; Hostile columns tread in order;
Awake, awake, awake in Texas!
Chorus.—O, fly to arms in Texas! to arms! to arms,! From Texas land we'll rout the band That comes to conquer Texas— Awake, awake, and rout the foe from Texas.
See the red smoke hanging o'er us; Hear the cannon's booming chorus;
Awake, awake, awake in Texas! See our steady columns forming; Hear the shouting—hear the storming,
Awake, awake, awake in Texas!
Chorus. |
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