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And surely, since we're now disarm'd, we are not to be dreaded;
Our old chiefs, who on many fields our trusty columns headed.
Are fast within an iron grasp, and manacled with chains,
Perchance, 'twixt dreary walls to stay as long as life remains!
Chorus.
O shame upon the coward band who, in the conflict dire, Went not to battle for their cause, 'mid the ranks of steel
and fire, Yet now, since all the fighting- 's done, are hourly heard to
cry: " Down with the traitors! hang them all! each rebel dog
shall die!"
Chorus.
We know that we were rebels, we don't deny the name, We speak of that which we have done with grief, but not
with shame! And we never will acknowledge that the blood the South has
spilt, Was shed defending what we deemed a cause of wrong and
guilt.
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