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ain't you getting auld lang syne baby back my Bonnie back to Dixie battle cry bonnie Annie boys are marching Brave boys Bress de Lord bright bring the Jubilee carry me home charming hells Chorus Chorus.—"Hurrah Chorus.—Bing Chorus.—Crying Chorus.—Den Chorus.—For auld Chorus.—Glory Chorus.—Yankee Doodle Clementine comes marching home comin Coon cry of freedom darkies darling Clementine Dixie Land dying love feel gay flag gay when Johnny getting ready glory hallelujah gone long Good-by grace and dying grand old Loyal Hail Hal-la-lu hal-la-lu-yah halle heart heart's turned back Hurrah Johnny comes marching Kase Key of G look Louisiana lowlands marching through Georgia noble Loyal Legion Old Black Joe old camp-ground old Kentucky Home old Loyal Legion Pompey pull ring those charming river to cross Rolling home Shouting the battle sing song star-spangled banner sweet chariot tale of woe There's your mule tramp wide river Yankee Doodle Yankee Doodle Dandy
Page 3 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, — Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Page 9 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My Grace shall deal"; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 47 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Page 9 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on! In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 3 - Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our father's God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King...
Page 15 - Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When Liberty's form stands in view, Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the Red, White, and Blue.
Page 23 - Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, And when the storm of war was gone, Enjoyed the peace your valor won. Let independence be our boast, Ever mindful what it cost; Ever grateful for the prize, Let its altar reach the skies. Firm, united, let us be, Rallying round our Liberty; As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find.
Page 47 - Oh say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Page 9 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Page 6 - A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!