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Charleston (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 224
gather! they gather! &c. They've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair; No claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there! He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old; His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew, Redeeming his kinsman--our Abra'am will too! They gather! they gather! &c. Our country is calling; wake, sons of the true! The storm of Fort Sumter was thundered at you; Each shell that whizzed there, and each traitorous gun, Was aimed at the banners your fathers have won. Then gather! then gather! &c. Yet pause in your songs, let the banners float low, Half-mast o'er the turf, while a nation's tears flow! As young Zouaves in the soil which he loved make a grave For their golden-souled leader — young Ellsworth the brave. When bearing the olive of freedom and peace, Our Eagle, returning, bids slaughter to cease, Shall History place
Bunker Hill (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 224
erchant, from day-book and dues, Is lost in the current of martial reviews; The veteran warrior doth buckle once more The falchion which flashed through the battle of yore, With sons and with grandsons, yes! all for the foe, To raise the old standard, the rebel lay low. They gather! they gather! &c. Then haste to the rescue, ye patriot sons, Your birthright to prove, as the favorite ones; Strike, manfully strike, till your country shall be Entirely redeemed as the home of the free. Yet Bunker Hill's State, as of old in its zeal, The foremost responds to our nation's appeal, While first upon Liberty's altar to mourn The sons of her pride, by foul treachery torn. They gather! they gather! &c. They've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair; No claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there! He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old; His swor
Abe Lincoln (search for this): chapter 224
e, till your country shall be Entirely redeemed as the home of the free. Yet Bunker Hill's State, as of old in its zeal, The foremost responds to our nation's appeal, While first upon Liberty's altar to mourn The sons of her pride, by foul treachery torn. They gather! they gather! &c. They've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair; No claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there! He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old; His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew, Redeeming his kinsman--our Abra'am will too! They gather! they gather! &c. Our country is calling; wake, sons of the true! The storm of Fort Sumter was thundered at you; Each shell that whizzed there, and each traitorous gun, Was aimed at the banners your fathers have won. Then gather! then gather! &c. Yet pause in your songs, let the banners float low, Half-mast o'er the tur
Winfield Scott (search for this): chapter 224
e old standard, the rebel lay low. They gather! they gather! &c. Then haste to the rescue, ye patriot sons, Your birthright to prove, as the favorite ones; Strike, manfully strike, till your country shall be Entirely redeemed as the home of the free. Yet Bunker Hill's State, as of old in its zeal, The foremost responds to our nation's appeal, While first upon Liberty's altar to mourn The sons of her pride, by foul treachery torn. They gather! they gather! &c. They've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair; No claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there! He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old; His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew, Redeeming his kinsman--our Abra'am will too! They gather! they gather! &c. Our country is calling; wake, sons of the true! The storm of Fort Sumter was thundered at you; Each shell that whizzed there
Jefferson Davis (search for this): chapter 224
ye patriot sons, Your birthright to prove, as the favorite ones; Strike, manfully strike, till your country shall be Entirely redeemed as the home of the free. Yet Bunker Hill's State, as of old in its zeal, The foremost responds to our nation's appeal, While first upon Liberty's altar to mourn The sons of her pride, by foul treachery torn. They gather! they gather! &c. They've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair; No claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there! He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old; His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew, Redeeming his kinsman--our Abra'am will too! They gather! they gather! &c. Our country is calling; wake, sons of the true! The storm of Fort Sumter was thundered at you; Each shell that whizzed there, and each traitorous gun, Was aimed at the banners your fathers have won. Then gather! the
Haman (search for this): chapter 224
the favorite ones; Strike, manfully strike, till your country shall be Entirely redeemed as the home of the free. Yet Bunker Hill's State, as of old in its zeal, The foremost responds to our nation's appeal, While first upon Liberty's altar to mourn The sons of her pride, by foul treachery torn. They gather! they gather! &c. They've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair; No claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there! He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old; His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew, Redeeming his kinsman--our Abra'am will too! They gather! they gather! &c. Our country is calling; wake, sons of the true! The storm of Fort Sumter was thundered at you; Each shell that whizzed there, and each traitorous gun, Was aimed at the banners your fathers have won. Then gather! then gather! &c. Yet pause in your songs, let the
Ellsworth (search for this): chapter 224
claw lined with cotton for Dixie is there! He'll chase that fox, Davis, in front of his host, And send him with Haman to wander, twin ghost; While President Lincoln is valiant and bold, To deal with opposers, like Abra'am of old; His sword upon tyrants the patriarch drew, Redeeming his kinsman--our Abra'am will too! They gather! they gather! &c. Our country is calling; wake, sons of the true! The storm of Fort Sumter was thundered at you; Each shell that whizzed there, and each traitorous gun, Was aimed at the banners your fathers have won. Then gather! then gather! &c. Yet pause in your songs, let the banners float low, Half-mast o'er the turf, while a nation's tears flow! As young Zouaves in the soil which he loved make a grave For their golden-souled leader — young Ellsworth the brave. When bearing the olive of freedom and peace, Our Eagle, returning, bids slaughter to cease, Shall History place on the charter of fame, First in Death, first in Glory, that young martyr's name