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Air- Bonny Eloise

At the call of Columbia, I sprang into the ranks,
With my comrades, so gallant and gay,
And our hearts beat with hope, to deserve our Country's thanks,
As we harkened, that call to obey.

Refrain-
O! sweeter- dearer, than aught else to me,
Our own Starry Banner, behold:
'Tis the brightest- truest- Flag of Liberty,
The pride of a Nation bold.

2
I have parted with father, I've left my mother dear,
And the loved ones, that cluster at home,
And the maiden- whose bright eyes besought me not to fear,
In the moment of danger and gloom.
3
On the cold wintry march,- in the summer's burning heat,
I have suffered with faith as my guide;
And the ball of the foe, when I paced my lonely beat,
Has whistled, unfeared, by my side.
4
When the cannon's loud *road, and the flashing bayonet, *roar?
Told the havoc of battle was there,
Through the smoke of the contest, my anxious gaze was met
By our flag, as it waved on the air.
5
Soon the foe's deadly hail, sent me wounded to the ground,
Where my comrades lay thick in their gore;
But we cheered through our pain, at the soul-inspiring sound,
Our flag- 'tis victorious once more!
6
I feel I am dying,- yet do not repine;
I have fought for my flag ever dear,-
And I pray that its folds, in their beauty may entwine
The form of the dead Volunteer!

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American Memory.