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Maiden, pray that your trumpet blast
And rocket's signal light, But summon squadrons, thick and fast! To win in our glorious fight For Home, for Freedom, and the Right; Pray, maiden, pray! 1863. |
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THE SOLDIER'S SUIT OF GRAY. By Miss Carrie Bell Sinclair.
I've seen some handsome uniforms deck'd off with buttons
bright, And some that are so very gay they almost blind the sight; But of these handsome uniforms I will not sing to-day, My song is to each soldier lad who wears a suit of gray !
Chorus.—Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! for Southern boys we say, And God bless every soldier lad who wears a suit of gray !
Brass buttons and gold lace I know are beautiful to view, And then, to tell the honest truth, I own I like them, too; Yet should a thousand officers come crowding round to-day, I'd scorn them for a lad who wears a simple suit of gray.
Chorus.
God bless our Southern soldiers ! for ev'ry one is dear, And God defend each gallant form, no matter what they wear; |
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