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(A Chorus, after the Battle of Franklin)—
You may talk about your Beauregard, and sing of General
Lee, But General Hood, of Texas, played hell in Tennessee. |
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SONG OF THE TEXAS RANGERS.
By Mrs. J. D. Young.
Air—" The Yellow Rose of Texas."
The morning star is paling, the camp-fires flicker low, Our steeds are madly neighing, for the bugle bids us go: So put the foot in stirrup, and shake the bridle free, For to-day the Texas Rangers must cross the Tennessee. With Wharton for our leader, we'll chase the dastard foe, 'Till our horses bathe their fetlocks in the deep blue Ohio. |
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Our men come from the prairies rolling broad, proud and
free, From the high and craggy mountains to the murmuring
Mexic' sea; And their hearts are open as their plains; their tho'ts as
proudly brave As the bold cliffs of the San Bernard, or the Gulf's resistless
wave. Then, quick! into the saddle, and shake the bridle free, To-day with gallant Wharton we cross the Tennessee. |
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