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Nobly now she bears her wrongs,
Our Carolina! In her might she still hath songs,
Dear Carolina! In the dust her sons lie low, Yet though stricken by the foe, Pride is mingled with her woe—
Brave Carolina !
On her brow there is no stain,
Our Carolina ! She hath poured out blood like rain,
Dear Carolina! Vain her sufferings and her pains, On her limbs are clanking chains, But her glory yet remains,
Bitterly we mourn her fate,
Our Carolina! Cherished old Palmetto State;
Dear Carolina ! Yet while man's brave soul is free, Honored proudly she shall be, Mother of true chivalry !