Rebel rhymes and rhapsodies, collected and ed. by F. Moore (Google eBook)

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Frank Moore
1864
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Page 46 - THE despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland ! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland ! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle-queen of yore, Maryland, my Maryland! Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland ! My Mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland ! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland!
Page 185 - STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY COME, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails, Stir up the camp-fire bright; No growling if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong, To swell the Brigade's rousing song Of
Page 50 - Your fields must grow but armed bands, Your sheaves be sheaves of spears! Give up to mildew and to rust The useless tools of gain; And feed your country's sacred dust With floods of crimson rain! Come, with the weapons at your call With musket, pike, or knife; He wields the deadliest blade of all Who lightest holds his life. The arm that drives its unbought blows With all a patriot's scorn, Might brain a tyrant with a rose, Or stab him with a thorn.
Page 186 - We'll win His way out, ball and blade. What matter if our shoes are worn? What matter if our feet are torn? Quick step! We're with him before dawn. That's Stonewall Jackson's way.
Page 120 - We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil, Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil; And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far, Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a Single Star.
Page 47 - For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, My Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Remember Howard's warlike thrust, And all thy slumberers with the just, Maryland, My Maryland!
Page 47 - tis the red dawn of the day, Maryland! Come! with thy panoplied array, Maryland! With Ringgold's spirit for the fray, With Watson's blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe and dashing May, Maryland! My Maryland! Come! for thy shield is bright and strong, Maryland! Come! for thy dalliance does thee wrong, Maryland! Come! to thine own heroic throng, That stalks with Liberty along, And give a new Key to thy song, Maryland!
Page 111 - GIVE my soldier-boy a blade, In fair Damascus fashioned well Who first the glittering falchion swayed, Who first beneath its fury fell, I know not, but I hope to know That for no mean or hireling trade, To guard no feeling base or low, I give my soldier- boy a blade.
Page 169 - AWAKE and to horse, my brothers ! For the dawn is glimmering gray, And hark ! in the crackling brushwood There are feet that tread this way. "Who cometh?" "A friend." " What tidings ?" " O God ! I sicken to tell ; For the earth seems earth no longer, . And its sights are sights of hell ! " From the far-off conquered cities Comes a...
Page 185 - Silence ! Ground arms ! Kneel all ! Caps off! Old Massa's going to pray. Strangle the fool that dares to scoff. Attention ! it's his way. Appealing from his native sod, In forma pauperis to God, "Lay bare thine arm! Stretch forth thy rod. Amen.

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