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ANNIE C. KETCHUM.
Mrs. Ketchum was born in Kentucky in 1824. She was for
some time the editor of a literary journal at Memphis, Tennessee.
Her husband was killed in battle during the first year of the
war. She published in 1856 "Nelly Brachen," a novel. She
is also the author of a volume of poems entitled "Lotus Flowers."
GATHERING SONG.
Come, brothers! rally for the right!
The bravest of the brave
Sends forth her ringing battle-cry,
Beside the Atlantic wave;
She leads the way, in honor's path,
Come, brothers! near and far,
Come, rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag,
That bears a single star.
The bravest of the brave
Sends forth her ringing battle-cry,
Beside the Atlantic wave;
She leads the way, in honor's path,
Come, brothers! near and far,
Come, rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag,
That bears a single star.
We've born the Yankee trickery,
The Yankee gibe and sneer,
Till Yankee insolence and pride
Know neither shame nor fear;
But ready now with shot and steel
Their brazen front to mar,
We hoist aloft the Bonnie Blue Flag,
That bears a single star!
The Yankee gibe and sneer,
Till Yankee insolence and pride
Know neither shame nor fear;
But ready now with shot and steel
Their brazen front to mar,
We hoist aloft the Bonnie Blue Flag,
That bears a single star!
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Now Georgia marches to the front,
And close beside her come
Her sisters by the Mexique Sea,
With pealing trump and drum!
Till, answering back from hill and glen
The rallying cry afar,
A Nation hoists the Bonnie Blue Flag,
That bears a single star!
And close beside her come
Her sisters by the Mexique Sea,
With pealing trump and drum!
Till, answering back from hill and glen
The rallying cry afar,
A Nation hoists the Bonnie Blue Flag,
That bears a single star!
By every stone in Charleston Bay,
By each beleagured town,
We swear to rest not, night or day,
But hunt the tyrants down!
Till, bathed in valor's holy blood,
The gazing world afar,
Shall greet with shouts the Bonnie Blue Flag,
That bears the cross and star.
By each beleagured town,
We swear to rest not, night or day,
But hunt the tyrants down!
Till, bathed in valor's holy blood,
The gazing world afar,
Shall greet with shouts the Bonnie Blue Flag,
That bears the cross and star.
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