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Robert Underwood Johnson, Clarence Clough Buell, Battles and Leaders of the Civil War: Volume 2. 13 1 Browse Search
An English Combatant, Lieutenant of Artillery of the Field Staff., Battlefields of the South from Bull Run to Fredericksburgh; with sketches of Confederate commanders, and gossip of the camps. 6 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 2. 1 1 Browse Search
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 1 1 Browse Search
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drenched the land through that long, stormy fight: But in the end, hurrah I the Wrong was beaten by the Right! And when again the foeman came from out the Northern Sea, To desolate our smiling land, and subjugate the free, Our fathers rushed to drive them back with rifles keen and long, And swore a mighty oath, the Right should subjugate the Wrong. And while the world was looking on, the strife uncertain grew, But soon aloft rose up our stars amid a field of blue. For Jackson fought on red Chalmette, and won the glorious fight, And then the Wrong went down, hurrah I and triumph crowned the Right! The day has come again, when men who love the beauteous South, To speak, if needs be, for the Right, though by the cannon's mouth; For foes accursed of God and man, with lying speech and song, Would bind, imprison, hang the Right, and deify the Wrong. But canting knave of pen and sword, nor sanctimonious fool, Shall never win this Southern land to cripple, bind, and rule; We'll muster on each