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Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
9. Southern war-song. by N. P. W. To horse! to horse! our standard flies, The bugles sound the call; An alien navy stems our seas-- The voice of battle's on the breeze; Arouse ye, one and all! From beauteous Southern homes we come, A band of brothers true, Resolved to fight for liberty, And live or perish with our flag-- The noble red and blue. Though tamely crouch to Northern frown, Kentucky's tardy train; Though invaded soil, Maryland mourns, Though brave Missouri vainly spurns, And foaming gnaws the chain. Oh! had they marked the avenging call Their brethren's insults gave, Disunion ne'er their ranks had mown, Nor patriot valor, desperate grown, Sought freedom in the grave. Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head, In Freedom's temple born?-- Dress our pale cheek in timid smiles, To hail a master in our house, Or brook a victor's scorn? No! though destruction o'er the land Come pouring as a flood; The sun that sees our falling day, Shall mark our sabre's deadly sway, And set tha
Kentucky (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
9. Southern war-song. by N. P. W. To horse! to horse! our standard flies, The bugles sound the call; An alien navy stems our seas-- The voice of battle's on the breeze; Arouse ye, one and all! From beauteous Southern homes we come, A band of brothers true, Resolved to fight for liberty, And live or perish with our flag-- The noble red and blue. Though tamely crouch to Northern frown, Kentucky's tardy train; Though invaded soil, Maryland mourns, Though brave Missouri vainly spurns, And foaming gnaws the chain. Oh! had they marked the avenging call Their brethren's insults gave, Disunion ne'er their ranks had mown, Nor patriot valor, desperate grown, Sought freedom in the grave. Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head, In Freedom's temple born?-- Dress our pale cheek in timid smiles, To hail a master in our house, Or brook a victor's scorn? No! though destruction o'er the land Come pouring as a flood; The sun that sees our falling day, Shall mark our sabre's deadly sway, And set tha
Missouri (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
9. Southern war-song. by N. P. W. To horse! to horse! our standard flies, The bugles sound the call; An alien navy stems our seas-- The voice of battle's on the breeze; Arouse ye, one and all! From beauteous Southern homes we come, A band of brothers true, Resolved to fight for liberty, And live or perish with our flag-- The noble red and blue. Though tamely crouch to Northern frown, Kentucky's tardy train; Though invaded soil, Maryland mourns, Though brave Missouri vainly spurns, And foaming gnaws the chain. Oh! had they marked the avenging call Their brethren's insults gave, Disunion ne'er their ranks had mown, Nor patriot valor, desperate grown, Sought freedom in the grave. Shall we, too, bend the stubborn head, In Freedom's temple born?-- Dress our pale cheek in timid smiles, To hail a master in our house, Or brook a victor's scorn? No! though destruction o'er the land Come pouring as a flood; The sun that sees our falling day, Shall mark our sabre's deadly sway, And set tha