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A BALLAD OF THE SOUTH AND NORTH.
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The Southern heart begins to burn;
Our lordly nature we'll assert:
Come, Yankees, one and all, but learn
Our blades are sure to hurt!"
Our lordly nature we'll assert:
Come, Yankees, one and all, but learn
Our blades are sure to hurt!"
O braggart Southron, wail the day
When Treason thus in arms did start:
For flames that roared o'er Charleston Bay,
Swept on and fired—the Northern heart!
Then flashed the sun on serried steel;
Then Northern words were proud to hear:
"Who dares to bid our Freemen kneel,
Shall meet a foe who cannot fear!"
The Northern heart began to beat;
The Northern voice rang far and clear:
"Who bids our Freemen kneel, shall meet
A foe who cannot fear!"
When Treason thus in arms did start:
For flames that roared o'er Charleston Bay,
Swept on and fired—the Northern heart!
Then flashed the sun on serried steel;
Then Northern words were proud to hear:
"Who dares to bid our Freemen kneel,
Shall meet a foe who cannot fear!"
The Northern heart began to beat;
The Northern voice rang far and clear:
"Who bids our Freemen kneel, shall meet
A foe who cannot fear!"
On marched our glorious Yankee lads,
Our craft the rolling billow cleft;
Loud crashed the grand columbiads,
The rifles rattled right and left.
The slave went free; the fair estate
In gore was drenched, with fire was girt;
The vanquished Southron learned too late
That Yankee blades were sure to hurt.
Our craft the rolling billow cleft;
Loud crashed the grand columbiads,
The rifles rattled right and left.
The slave went free; the fair estate
In gore was drenched, with fire was girt;
The vanquished Southron learned too late
That Yankee blades were sure to hurt.
