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Baltimore, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 278
Maryland, O Maryland! The following song was written as a substitute for Maryland, my Maryland : The traitor's foot is on thy shore, Maryland, O Maryland! He whispers treason at thy door, Maryland, O Maryland! His minions crowd old Baltimore; Her streets are stained with patriot gore; Her Union banner waves no more, Maryland, O Maryland! Hast thou no noble hearts to feel? Maryland, O Maryland! No hands to wield the avenging steel? Maryland, O Maryland! Dost thou desert thy country's weal, While rebel foes their plots reveal, And bruise thee with the traitor's heel? Maryland, O Maryland! Are all thy loyal sires of old, Maryland, O Maryland I Who sleep beneath thy sacred mould, Maryland, O Maryland! Forgotten like a tale that's told, While their base sons have honor sold, And only treachery is bold? Maryland, O Maryland! Spurn from thy soul the shameful wrong, Maryland, O Maryland! Once more for liberty be strong, Maryland, O Maryland! Let thy old glorious banner-song, Its spirit-
Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 278
Maryland, O Maryland! The following song was written as a substitute for Maryland, my Maryland Maryland, my Maryland : The traitor's foot is on thy shore, Maryland, O Maryland! He whispers treason at thy door, MarylanMaryland, O Maryland! His minions crowd old Baltimore; Her streets are stained with patriot gore; Her Unionise thee with the traitor's heel? Maryland, O Maryland! Are all thy loyal sires of old, Maryland, Oo sleep beneath thy sacred mould, Maryland, O Maryland! Forgotten like a tale that's told, While thed, O Maryland! Virginia has forged her chain, Maryland, O Maryland! Hark, how it clanks o'er hill anryland! Well may the crimson stain thy cheek, Maryland, O Maryland! That thou shouldst be so basely the skies, And, ere thy day of doom, be wise, Maryland, O Maryland! Gird on thy armor for the fight,, O Maryland! On for the Union and the right, Maryland, O Maryland! Be no more dead, or deaf, or dum the bugle and the drum; “Huzza! she breathes! she burns! she'll come!” Maryland, our Maryland! [42 more...]<
Rouse (search for this): chapter 278
land! Virginia has forged her chain, Maryland, O Maryland! Hark, how it clanks o'er hill and plain, Maryland, O Maryland! Is that indeed “the proud refrain,” “Sic semper,” to be heard again, Mingled with many a cherished strain, Maryland, O Maryland! Well may the crimson stain thy cheek, Maryland, O Maryland! That thou shouldst be so basely meek, Maryland, O Maryland! When wounded Freedom sends a shriek, From plain to plain, from peak to peak, And all her clarion voices speak, Maryland, O Maryland! Wake thee, and from the dust arise, Maryland, O Maryland! Look up! look up, with eager eyes, Maryland, Maryland! Where the “star-spangled banner” flies, Across the azure of the skies, And, ere thy day of doom, be wise, Maryland, O Maryland! Gird on thy armor for the fight, Maryland, O Maryland! On for the Union and the right, Maryland, O Maryland! Be no more dead, or deaf, or dumb; Rouse to the bugle and the drum; “Huzza! she breathes! she burns! she'll come!” Maryland