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SUMTER.
So, they will have it!
The Black Witch, (curse on her,)
Always had won her
Greediest demand—for we gave it—
All but our honor!
The Black Witch, (curse on her,)
Always had won her
Greediest demand—for we gave it—
All but our honor!
Thirty hours thundered
Siege-guns and mortars—
(Flames in the quarters!)
One to a hundred
Stood our brave Forters!
Siege-guns and mortars—
(Flames in the quarters!)
One to a hundred
Stood our brave Forters!
No more of parties!—
Let them all moulder—
Here's work that's bolder!
Forward, my hearties!
Shoulder to shoulder.
Let them all moulder—
Here's work that's bolder!
Forward, my hearties!
Shoulder to shoulder.
Sight o'er the trunnion—
Send home the rammer—
Linstock and hammer!
Speak for the Union!
Tones that won't stammer!
Send home the rammer—
Linstock and hammer!
Speak for the Union!
Tones that won't stammer!
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Men of Columbia,
Leal hearts from Annan,
Brave lads of Shannon!
We are all one to-day—
On with the cannon!
Leal hearts from Annan,
Brave lads of Shannon!
We are all one to-day—
On with the cannon!
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