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"Surrender, now, my pretty pair; and do it quickly too, Stop at once and turn your mare, or I will run you through."
They stopp'd at once, and faced about and to the rear did
start; And back they came, with legs quite lame, with faint and
sinking* heart: And there they saw a crowd who were gobbled up that
day— They were the twain that made seventeen, and we were
marched away. |
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ALABAMA.
Words by Laura Lorrimer. Music by J. W. Groschel.
Over vale and over mountain
Pealing forth in triumph strong, Comes a loftv swell of music,
Alabama's greeting song. In the new-born arch of glory,
So, she burns, the central star, Never shame shall blight its grandeur,
Never cloud its radiance mar. |
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Chorus.—Alabama, Alabama,
Listen, Southrons, to the strain, Alabama, Alabama, Shout the rallying cry again. |
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