Southern War Songs Camp-Fire, Patriotic & Sentimental

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	But let them flow, they do us good thro' all the mournful day, While constant we do call to mind the " Wearin' of the Gray !" And if at last our father's law be torn from Southland's heart, Her sons will take their household gods and far away depart; Rememb'ring still the whisper'd word, to weary wand'rers giv'n, That justice pure, and perfect rest, are found alone in heav'n. Then on some green and distant isle beneath the setting sun, We'll patient wait the coming time when life and earth are done, Nor even in the dying hour, while passing calm away, Can we forget or e'er regret the " Wearin' of the Gray!"
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