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Yorktown (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 93
or tawny mother wakes to weep o'er unrequited toil, Yet we leave our hills and homesteads, to strike as best we can, In the battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! Oh! stay this ghastly strife! Ye but stab, with matricidal hand, the breast that gave you life! Ye but quench the holy altar-fires of Justice and of Truth, And plant Death's gory chaplet on the brow of Freedom's youth! And would ye tear, with bloody hands, the glory-wreaths that twine Round Yorktown's ancient ruin and the shades of Brandywine! No! no! It cannot, shall not be! Give back, ye traitor-clan! In this battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man! We are men of Massachusetts! O shades of mighty dead! Awakened from your sleeping by the thunder of our tread! Do ye marvel at the striving of your sons above your graves? Do ye ask, what means this reddening clash of bayonets and glaves? They would pluck the stars from out the flag, and break the corner-stone, And in Freedom'
Baltimore, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 93
s line, And now, we wave our starry flag along your Southern sky, Beneath its folds to conquer, or in its shroud to die; No coward in our rear guard, no braggart in our van, While we battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! and we cannot soon forget The leaguered wall of Sumter, and its broken parapet; We saw the clouds roll outward and upward to the sun, We heard your empty boasting, one hundred men to one; We stumbled in the gloaming, on our dead at Baltimore ; But our wives forgot their weeping, and from farewells we forebore, As, from hearthstone unto hearthstone, the hurried summons ran, Up! and battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man! We are men of Massachusetts! Your brothers until now; But, to your shrines of damning wrong, our free knees cannot bow. Ye have plucked our banner from the stars, and trailed it in the dust, Till our swords will sleep no longer in their beds of ancient rust; Ye have dared to brand us cowards, ye hav
Sumterville (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 93
m Berkshire to Cape Ann. We will rally for the Union of our fathers, man to man! The beacon-light of Sumter gleamed o'er our hills of pine, And lighted up a war-path for the Massachusetts line, And now, we wave our starry flag along your Southern sky, Beneath its folds to conquer, or in its shroud to die; No coward in our rear guard, no braggart in our van, While we battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! and we cannot soon forget The leaguered wall of Sumter, and its broken parapet; We saw the clouds roll outward and upward to the sun, We heard your empty boasting, one hundred men to one; We stumbled in the gloaming, on our dead at Baltimore ; But our wives forgot their weeping, and from farewells we forebore, As, from hearthstone unto hearthstone, the hurried summons ran, Up! and battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man! We are men of Massachusetts! Your brothers until now; But, to your shrines of damning wrong, our free knees cannot
Charleston (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 93
A voice from camp. As we approached the battery, he fell, waving his sword, and shouting: We are men from Massachusetts! Don't fire on us! We are men of Massachusetts! And from Berkshire to Cape Ann. We will rally for the Union of our fathers, man to man! The beacon-light of Sumter gleamed o'er our hills of pine, And lighted up a war-path for the Massachusetts line, And now, we wave our starry flag along your Southern sky, Beneath its folds to conquer, or in its shroud to die; No coward in our rear guard, no braggart in our van, While we battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! and we cannot soon forget The leaguered wall of Sumter, and its broken parapet; We saw the clouds roll outward and upward to the sun, We heard your empty boasting, one hundred men to one; We stumbled in the gloaming, on our dead at Baltimore ; But our wives forgot their weeping, and from farewells we forebore, As, from hearthstone unto hearthstone, the hurrie
Cape Ann (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 93
A voice from camp. As we approached the battery, he fell, waving his sword, and shouting: We are men from Massachusetts! Don't fire on us! We are men of Massachusetts! And from Berkshire to Cape Ann. We will rally for the Union of our fathers, man to man! The beacon-light of Sumter gleamed o'er our hills of pine, And lighted up a war-path for the Massachusetts line, And now, we wave our starry flag along your Southern sky, Beneath its folds to conquer, or in its shroud to die; No coward in our rear guard, no braggart in our van, While we battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! and we cannot soon forget The leaguered wall of Sumter, and its broken parapet; We saw the clouds roll outward and upward to the sun, We heard your empty boasting, one hundred men to one; We stumbled in the gloaming, on our dead at Baltimore ; But our wives forgot their weeping, and from farewells we forebore, As, from hearthstone unto hearthstone, the hurrie
Berkshire (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 93
A voice from camp. As we approached the battery, he fell, waving his sword, and shouting: We are men from Massachusetts! Don't fire on us! We are men of Massachusetts! And from Berkshire to Cape Ann. We will rally for the Union of our fathers, man to man! The beacon-light of Sumter gleamed o'er our hills of pine, And lighted up a war-path for the Massachusetts line, And now, we wave our starry flag along your Southern sky, Beneath its folds to conquer, or in its shroud to die; No coward in our rear guard, no braggart in our van, While we battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! and we cannot soon forget The leaguered wall of Sumter, and its broken parapet; We saw the clouds roll outward and upward to the sun, We heard your empty boasting, one hundred men to one; We stumbled in the gloaming, on our dead at Baltimore ; But our wives forgot their weeping, and from farewells we forebore, As, from hearthstone unto hearthstone, the hurri
Massachusetts (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 93
waving his sword, and shouting: We are men from Massachusetts! Don't fire on us! We are men of MassachuseMassachusetts! And from Berkshire to Cape Ann. We will rally for the Union of our fathers, man to man! The beacon-light hills of pine, And lighted up a war-path for the Massachusetts line, And now, we wave our starry flag along youUnion of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! and we cannot soon forget The leaguered wall oUnion of our fathers, man to man! We are men of Massachusetts! Your brothers until now; But, to your shrines Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts I And we live not in the Past, But from the furnUnion of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! along whose rugged shore, The surges to the beUnion of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! Oh! stay this ghastly strife! Ye but stab, witUnion of our fathers, man to man! We are men of Massachusetts! O shades of mighty dead! Awakened from your sl
Brandywine (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 93
ed toil, Yet we leave our hills and homesteads, to strike as best we can, In the battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. We are men of Massachusetts! Oh! stay this ghastly strife! Ye but stab, with matricidal hand, the breast that gave you life! Ye but quench the holy altar-fires of Justice and of Truth, And plant Death's gory chaplet on the brow of Freedom's youth! And would ye tear, with bloody hands, the glory-wreaths that twine Round Yorktown's ancient ruin and the shades of Brandywine! No! no! It cannot, shall not be! Give back, ye traitor-clan! In this battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man! We are men of Massachusetts! O shades of mighty dead! Awakened from your sleeping by the thunder of our tread! Do ye marvel at the striving of your sons above your graves? Do ye ask, what means this reddening clash of bayonets and glaves? They would pluck the stars from out the flag, and break the corner-stone, And in Freedom's sacred altar-place erect a reeking throne
New Bern (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 93
setts! Oh! stay this ghastly strife! Ye but stab, with matricidal hand, the breast that gave you life! Ye but quench the holy altar-fires of Justice and of Truth, And plant Death's gory chaplet on the brow of Freedom's youth! And would ye tear, with bloody hands, the glory-wreaths that twine Round Yorktown's ancient ruin and the shades of Brandywine! No! no! It cannot, shall not be! Give back, ye traitor-clan! In this battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man! We are men of Massachusetts! O shades of mighty dead! Awakened from your sleeping by the thunder of our tread! Do ye marvel at the striving of your sons above your graves? Do ye ask, what means this reddening clash of bayonets and glaves? They would pluck the stars from out the flag, and break the corner-stone, And in Freedom's sacred altar-place erect a reeking throne! But we are sworn to finish, what you so well began, While we battle for the Union of our fathers, man to man. S. P. D. 28d Mass. Vols., Newbern, N. C.