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We love to roam the deep, deep sea,
And hear the cannon's boom, And give the war-cry, wild and free,
Amid the battle's gloom, We do not fight alone for gain,
So far from native strand ; But our country's freedom and its fame,
And the fair of Dixie's land. |
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HOOD'S TEXAS BRIGADE.
Down by the valley, 'mid thunder and lightning,
Down by the vallej', 'mid shadows of night, Down by the deep crimson'd valley of Richmond,
Twenty-five hundred mov'd on to the fight; Onward, still onward, to the portals of glory,
To the sepulchral chambers, yet never dismayed ; Down by the deep crimson'd valley of Richmond,
March'd the bold warriors of Hood's Texas Brigade!
See ye the fires and flashes still leaping ?
See ye the tempest and jettings of storm? See ye the banners of proud Texan heroes,
In front of her column, move steadity on ? Hear ye the music that gladdens each comrade,
Riding on wings through torrents of sounds ? Hear ye the booming adown the red vallev ?
Riley unbuckles his swarthy old hounds ! * |
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* Capt. Riley commanded a battery composed of Irishmen from North Carolina, and was nearly always attached to Hood's Brigade. The " swarthy old hounds" refer to his Napoleon guns. |
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