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New Orleans (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 103
“Yankees” there, who forced to flee, With over “thirty thousand” loss, Their best and ablest General, Lee, And back to Jeff's dominions cross! 'Twas “Yankees,” too, boldly attacked The Mississippi's strongholds well, Where two score thousand arms were stacked, When Vicksburgh and Port Hudson fell! 'Twas “Yankees” there — all “Yankees” brave! The rebels' great domain did sever, And planted, on its wreck to wave, Their flag, forever and forever! Call me a “Yankee!” --who but they Tore down the vile oppressor's rag! And hoisted there — auspicious day! O'er New-Orleans the freeman's flag! And who but they, pray tell me ye Who know, perhaps, the future more, Will keep it spread, till unity Shall bless our land as heretofore? Then call me, friends, a “Yankee” --ay, O'er earth and sea that name proclaim; I cannot better live, to die, Than by so proud, so brave a name! I am a “Yankee” first and last! No other name to mine affix-- Call me a “Yankee”
Bunker Hill (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 103
Yankees” but “the brave,” The noble and the daring free? Who'd rather moulder in the grave, Than bow to tyrant's slavery! Who but the “Yankees” dared to break The bonds of George, the tyrant king? And who but they, ne'er feared to stake Upon their cause their every thing? Who but the “Yankees” justly brought Destruction on the British tea, And then against the tyrant fought The battles of our Liberty? And who but they, with iron will-- A sabre and a trusty gun-- Earned laurels bright at Bunker Hill, At Concord, and at Lexington? Who but a “Yankee” dared to stand Before Ticonderoga's wall, And, in Jehovah's name command, “This night thou shalt surrender all” ? Call me a “Yankee!” --who but they, O'er Delaware's proud but frosty tide, With frozen feet, once pushed their way, Led on by Washington, their pride! Who but a “Yankee” forced to yield Cornwallis' trembling Hessian horde, And, as the victor of the field, Received that British tyrant's sword? Who but t
Roanoke (United States) (search for this): chapter 103
llis' trembling Hessian horde, And, as the victor of the field, Received that British tyrant's sword? Who but the “Yankees” fiery hot, Rushed to the battle-field and plain, And, led on by their beloved Scott, Won laurels, too, at Lundy Lane? Who but the “Yankees” forced to wave, Not very many years ago, Our banner, emblem of the brave, High o'er the walls of Mexico? Who but the “Yankees” dared to say To rebels, who can never joke, “Fort Hatteras,” now, this very day, Surrender must, with Roanoke! Brave Burnside, “Yankee” to the end, Thrice honored shall thy name e'er be, For on that Island's burning sand Stacked arms three thousand chivalry! Who but the “Yankees,” brave and free, Upon the fierce contested field, Forced the usurping “chivalry” , Their boasted battle-ground to yield? Who but the “Yankees” did compel The rebels from Pea Ridge to flee, Leaving their wounded where they fell, To hear the shouts of victory? Who but the “Yankees” braved the t
Pea Ridge, Ark. (Arkansas, United States) (search for this): chapter 103
e walls of Mexico? Who but the “Yankees” dared to say To rebels, who can never joke, “Fort Hatteras,” now, this very day, Surrender must, with Roanoke! Brave Burnside, “Yankee” to the end, Thrice honored shall thy name e'er be, For on that Island's burning sand Stacked arms three thousand chivalry! Who but the “Yankees,” brave and free, Upon the fierce contested field, Forced the usurping “chivalry” , Their boasted battle-ground to yield? Who but the “Yankees” did compel The rebels from Pea Ridge to flee, Leaving their wounded where they fell, To hear the shouts of victory? Who but the “Yankees” braved the tide Of battle, when its heat begun, And stormed the frozen, rocky side Of that stronghold, Fort Donelson? And who but “Yankees” captured there Full “thirteen thousand” daring men, While “seven thousand” still prepare To stack their arms, at Number Ten? Who but the “Yankees” faced the heat, Where death's relentless missiles sped; To Zollicof
Ticonderoga (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 103
grave, Than bow to tyrant's slavery! Who but the “Yankees” dared to break The bonds of George, the tyrant king? And who but they, ne'er feared to stake Upon their cause their every thing? Who but the “Yankees” justly brought Destruction on the British tea, And then against the tyrant fought The battles of our Liberty? And who but they, with iron will-- A sabre and a trusty gun-- Earned laurels bright at Bunker Hill, At Concord, and at Lexington? Who but a “Yankee” dared to stand Before Ticonderoga's wall, And, in Jehovah's name command, “This night thou shalt surrender all” ? Call me a “Yankee!” --who but they, O'er Delaware's proud but frosty tide, With frozen feet, once pushed their way, Led on by Washington, their pride! Who but a “Yankee” forced to yield Cornwallis' trembling Hessian horde, And, as the victor of the field, Received that British tyrant's sword? Who but the “Yankees” fiery hot, Rushed to the battle-field and plain, And, led on by their bel
Island (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 103
word? Who but the “Yankees” fiery hot, Rushed to the battle-field and plain, And, led on by their beloved Scott, Won laurels, too, at Lundy Lane? Who but the “Yankees” forced to wave, Not very many years ago, Our banner, emblem of the brave, High o'er the walls of Mexico? Who but the “Yankees” dared to say To rebels, who can never joke, “Fort Hatteras,” now, this very day, Surrender must, with Roanoke! Brave Burnside, “Yankee” to the end, Thrice honored shall thy name e'er be, For on that Island's burning sand Stacked arms three thousand chivalry! Who but the “Yankees,” brave and free, Upon the fierce contested field, Forced the usurping “chivalry” , Their boasted battle-ground to yield? Who but the “Yankees” did compel The rebels from Pea Ridge to flee, Leaving their wounded where they fell, To hear the shouts of victory? Who but the “Yankees” braved the tide Of battle, when its heat begun, And stormed the frozen, rocky side Of that stronghold, Fort D
Vicksburg (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 103
battle on, And forced the traitors, in a day, To cross again the rubicon! At Gettysburgh, 'twas “Yankees” too, That memorable triumph gained; And there the victor's trumpet blew, While o'er them shell in torrents rained! 'Twas “Yankees” there, who forced to flee, With over “thirty thousand” loss, Their best and ablest General, Lee, And back to Jeff's dominions cross! 'Twas “Yankees,” too, boldly attacked The Mississippi's strongholds well, Where two score thousand arms were stacked, When Vicksburgh and Port Hudson fell! 'Twas “Yankees” there — all “Yankees” brave! The rebels' great domain did sever, And planted, on its wreck to wave, Their flag, forever and forever! Call me a “Yankee!” --who but they Tore down the vile oppressor's rag! And hoisted there — auspicious day! O'er New-Orleans the freeman's flag! And who but they, pray tell me ye Who know, perhaps, the future more, Will keep it spread, till unity Shall bless our land as heretofore? Then call me,
Concord, N. H. (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 103
the brave,” The noble and the daring free? Who'd rather moulder in the grave, Than bow to tyrant's slavery! Who but the “Yankees” dared to break The bonds of George, the tyrant king? And who but they, ne'er feared to stake Upon their cause their every thing? Who but the “Yankees” justly brought Destruction on the British tea, And then against the tyrant fought The battles of our Liberty? And who but they, with iron will-- A sabre and a trusty gun-- Earned laurels bright at Bunker Hill, At Concord, and at Lexington? Who but a “Yankee” dared to stand Before Ticonderoga's wall, And, in Jehovah's name command, “This night thou shalt surrender all” ? Call me a “Yankee!” --who but they, O'er Delaware's proud but frosty tide, With frozen feet, once pushed their way, Led on by Washington, their pride! Who but a “Yankee” forced to yield Cornwallis' trembling Hessian horde, And, as the victor of the field, Received that British tyrant's sword? Who but the “Yankees” f
Fort Donelson (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 103
ame e'er be, For on that Island's burning sand Stacked arms three thousand chivalry! Who but the “Yankees,” brave and free, Upon the fierce contested field, Forced the usurping “chivalry” , Their boasted battle-ground to yield? Who but the “Yankees” did compel The rebels from Pea Ridge to flee, Leaving their wounded where they fell, To hear the shouts of victory? Who but the “Yankees” braved the tide Of battle, when its heat begun, And stormed the frozen, rocky side Of that stronghold, Fort Donelson? And who but “Yankees” captured there Full “thirteen thousand” daring men, While “seven thousand” still prepare To stack their arms, at Number Ten? Who but the “Yankees” faced the heat, Where death's relentless missiles sped; To Zollicoffer's band defeat, And shoot the vile arch-traitor dead? Call me a “Yankee!” --it was they Who brought Antietam's battle on, And forced the traitors, in a day, To cross again the rubicon! At Gettysburgh, 'twas “Yankees”
Gettysburgh (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 103
tormed the frozen, rocky side Of that stronghold, Fort Donelson? And who but “Yankees” captured there Full “thirteen thousand” daring men, While “seven thousand” still prepare To stack their arms, at Number Ten? Who but the “Yankees” faced the heat, Where death's relentless missiles sped; To Zollicoffer's band defeat, And shoot the vile arch-traitor dead? Call me a “Yankee!” --it was they Who brought Antietam's battle on, And forced the traitors, in a day, To cross again the rubicon! At Gettysburgh, 'twas “Yankees” too, That memorable triumph gained; And there the victor's trumpet blew, While o'er them shell in torrents rained! 'Twas “Yankees” there, who forced to flee, With over “thirty thousand” loss, Their best and ablest General, Lee, And back to Jeff's dominions cross! 'Twas “Yankees,” too, boldly attacked The Mississippi's strongholds well, Where two score thousand arms were stacked, When Vicksburgh and Port Hudson fell! 'Twas “Yankees” there
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