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THE ILLINOIS NINETEENTH REGIMENT AND CAPTAIN BREMNER.
A song of the Highland Guards,
Souls brave and true,
Born for the times of bitter strife,
When in the balance hung
The nation's life;
And men inspired to dare and do
Resolved to press the conflict through.
Souls brave and true,
Born for the times of bitter strife,
When in the balance hung
The nation's life;
And men inspired to dare and do
Resolved to press the conflict through.
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A song of the Highland Guards,
Prompt and prepared;
First to espouse the righteous cause,
First rising to defend
The land, the laws,
With patriot hearts and bosoms bared,
What toils they bore! What hardships shared!
Prompt and prepared;
First to espouse the righteous cause,
First rising to defend
The land, the laws,
With patriot hearts and bosoms bared,
What toils they bore! What hardships shared!
A song of the brave Nineteenth,
Noted and known,
With them the noble Highland Guard,
Eager for honor's post,
Kept watch and ward,—
Foremost for deeds of glory done,
For battles fought, for victories won.
Noted and known,
With them the noble Highland Guard,
Eager for honor's post,
Kept watch and ward,—
Foremost for deeds of glory done,
For battles fought, for victories won.
A song for the brave Nineteenth
And Bremner's Band;
Huntsville and Mission Ridge their praise.
How oft they saved the day
In fierce affrays!
Victor and vanquished, hand to hand,
Mighty to fight, or firm to stand.
And Bremner's Band;
Huntsville and Mission Ridge their praise.
How oft they saved the day
In fierce affrays!
Victor and vanquished, hand to hand,
Mighty to fight, or firm to stand.
A song for the brave Nineteenth,—
Calls, loud and long,
Summon the bravest to the front.
“Where is the old Nineteenth?”
Listen! their song!
They muster, prompt to do or die,—
They come! they strike!—The foemen fly!
Calls, loud and long,
Summon the bravest to the front.
“Where is the old Nineteenth?”
Listen! their song!
They muster, prompt to do or die,—
They come! they strike!—The foemen fly!
A song for the brave Nineteenth;
The colors wave
Where shell and shot,—a cruel rain,—
Smite down—once, twice, again—
The true, the brave.
The men who bore the flag may die;
But Bremner waves its folds on high.
The colors wave
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Smite down—once, twice, again—
The true, the brave.
The men who bore the flag may die;
But Bremner waves its folds on high.
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