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Adieu, thou beloved of my bosom !
For thy soldier-love shed not a tear ; But beseech the great Lord of the battle,
To protect him and all he holds dear.
Adieu, honored father! who taught me, For the rights of a freeman to stand—
To resist, when his rod, the aggressor, Shakes in wrath o'er my dear native land.
Oh, my country, thou home of my loved ones !
You, the tyrant would seek to enslave— Sweep you off from the face of creation,
Wake, freemen, our country to save!
Hear the threats of that ruthless banditti, Who for " booty " and " beauty " would fight;
Shall they sweep our loved South from creation? No! her sons will arise in their might! |
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"Sweep the South from the face of the earth!" boys?
We can sweep, too, O land of our birth ! For our homes and our altars and dear ones,
We the ruffians can sweep from the earth. |
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Adieu to the church, where the Christian For the soldier and Sabbath will pray;
But the Bible and' chaplain go with us, And Jehovah, our God, is our stay ! |
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