poetry

Everybody's Dixie

Southrons, hear your country call you,
Up, lest worse than death befall you!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted,--
Let all hearts be now united!
To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!

 

 

The Conquered Banner

The Conquered Banner

by Abram Joseph Ryan
(1838-1886)

Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary;
Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary;
Furl it, fold it, it is best;
For there's not a man to wave it,
And there's not a sword to save it,
And there's no one left to lave it
In the blood that heroes gave it;
And its foes now scorn and brave it;
Furl it, hide it--let it rest!

The South I Love Thee More

My heart in its sadness turns fondly to thee,
Dear land where our lov'd ones fought hard to be free.
I loved thee when struggling and bleeding and sore,
But now thou art conquered, I love thee the more,
But now thou art conquered, I love thee the more.

 

 

Bonnie Blue Flag

 
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 We are a band of brothers and native to the soil
Fighting for our Liberty, With treasure, blood and toil
And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!

 

 

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