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What shall the Southron's watchword be, Fighting the battles of liberty ? Holy the light on his manly brow, The victor's wreath or the cypress bough ! Such are the thoughts which the brave inspire, Filling their souls with the soldier's fire; Then shall the Southron's watchword be, "The grave of the hero or victory!" |
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THERE 'S LIFE IN THE OLD LAND YET.
"Words by James B. Randall. Music by Edward O. Eaton.
By blue Patapsco's billowy dash,
The tyrant's war-shout comes, Along with the cymbal's fitful clash,
And the roll of
>And e shall not fo~give or forget—8There 's faith }n the streams, |here 's hope in
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Minions! we {leep, but we arm not dead;
We are crus|ed, we are scouzged, we are sca~red— We crouch—?tis to welcome |he triumph-trea|
When txe Southern bravms are met; Therm 's faith in thm victor's stain|ess sword,—
" There 's,life in the Old
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