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Jefferson Davis (search for this): chapter 117
let this noble band, Joined now in heart and hand, Fight for our sunny land-- Land of the South. Armed in such sacred cause, We covet no vain applause; Our swords are free. No spot of wrong or shame Rests on our banner's fame, Flung forth in freedom's name O'er mound and sea. Then let the invader come; Soon will the beat of drum Rally us all. Forth from our homes we go-- Death i death! to every foe, Says each maiden low: God save us all! Ay, when the battle-hour Darkest may seem to lower, God is our trust. We have no cause to fear; Heaven is our shield and spear-- Welcome the bloody bier: Conquer we must. Sound, then, with loud acclaim, Davis, our chief's great name-- God save him long. May the Almighty power Blessings upon him shower, And still, from hour to hour, Shield him from wrong. Then, 'mid the cannon's roar, Let us sing evermore: God save the South! Ours is the soul to dare; See, our good swords are bare-- We will be free, we swear! God save the South! Richmond Dispatch.