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But ah! proud Slavery how unwise!
Thine enemies like locusts rise,
Thy cannon and thy bayonets have
Prepared thine own dishonored grave.
The North will surely hate thee more
Than she has ever done before;
She will thy boasted power despise
And in her majesty arise;
Thy fiendish Government disown,
And hurl thee from thy bloody throne.
Thine enemies like locusts rise,
Thy cannon and thy bayonets have
Prepared thine own dishonored grave.
The North will surely hate thee more
Than she has ever done before;
She will thy boasted power despise
And in her majesty arise;
Thy fiendish Government disown,
And hurl thee from thy bloody throne.
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