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Palmetto (Florida, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
2. the fight at Sumter. I. 'Twas a wonderful brave fight! Through the day and all night, March! Halt! Left! Right! So they formed: And one thousand to ten, The bold Palmetto men Sumter stormed. II. The smoke in a cloud Closed her in like a shroud, While the cannon roared aloud From the Port; And the red cannon-balls Ploughed the gray granite walls Of the Fort. III. Sumter's gunners at their places, With their gunpowdered faces, Shook their shoulders from their braces, And stripped Stark and white to the waist, Just to give the foe a taste, And be whipped. IV. In the town — through every street, Tramp, tramp, went the feet, For they said the Federal fleet Hove in sight; And down the wharves they ran, Every woman, child, and man, To the fight. V. On the fort the old flag waved, And the barking batteries braved, While the bold seven thousand raved As they fought; For each blinding sheet of flame From her cannon, thundered shame!-- So they thought. VI. And strange enough to
John Stark (search for this): chapter 2
2. the fight at Sumter. I. 'Twas a wonderful brave fight! Through the day and all night, March! Halt! Left! Right! So they formed: And one thousand to ten, The bold Palmetto men Sumter stormed. II. The smoke in a cloud Closed her in like a shroud, While the cannon roared aloud From the Port; And the red cannon-balls Ploughed the gray granite walls Of the Fort. III. Sumter's gunners at their places, With their gunpowdered faces, Shook their shoulders from their braces, And stripped Stark and white to the waist, Just to give the foe a taste, And be whipped. IV. In the town — through every street, Tramp, tramp, went the feet, For they said the Federal fleet Hove in sight; And down the wharves they ran, Every woman, child, and man, To the fight. V. On the fort the old flag waved, And the barking batteries braved, While the bold seven thousand raved As they fought; For each blinding sheet of flame From her cannon, thundered shame!-- So they thought. VI. And strange enough t
April 27th (search for this): chapter 2
t of flame From her cannon, thundered shame!-- So they thought. VI. And strange enough to tell, Though the gunners fired well, And the balls ploughed red as hell Through the dirt; Though the shells burst and scattered, And the fortress walls were shattered-- None were hurt. VII. But the fort — so hot she grew, As the cannon-balls flew, That each man began to stew At his gun; They were not afraid to die, But this making Patriot. pie Was not fun. VIII. So, to make the story short, The traitors got the fort After thirty hours sport With the balls; But the victory is not theirs, Though their brazen banner flares From the walls. IX. It were better they should dare The lion in his lair, Or defy the grizzly bear In his den, Than to wake the fearful cry That is raising up on high From our men. X. To our banner we are clinging, And a song we are singing Whose chorus is ringing From each mouth; 'Tis “The old Constitution And a stern retribution To the South.” --Vanity Fair, April 27