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Oh, let not, my own love, the summer winds winging Their sweet-laden zephyrs o'er land and o'er sea,
Bring aught to your heart with the autumn birds singing, But hopes for the future and bright dreams of me;
For while in your pure heart my mem'ry you're keeping,
I ne'er can be lonely while waking or sleeping.
Chorus.
But if, while the loud shouts of vict'ry are ringing, O'er the land that foul traitors have caught to betray,
You hear o'er the voices so joyfully singing,
That he who so loved you has fallen in the fray,
Oh think that he's gone where there 's dark treason never,
Where tears and sad partings are banished forever.
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OUR FLAG; OR, THE ORIGIN OF THE STARS AND
BARS.*
"Words and Music by Harry McCarthy.
Young stranger, what land claims thy birth?
For thy flag is but new to the sea, And where is the nation on earth.
That the right of this flag gives to thee; Thy banner reminds us of one
By the Champions of Freedom unfurled, And the proudest of nations have owned,
'Twas a glory and pride to the world; |
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* Sung by Harry McCarthy, in his " Personation Concerts," in all the principal towns of the Confederacy. |
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