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Weep ye, but know that the signet of freedom
Is stamped in the hillocks of earth newly made,
And know ye that victory, the shrine of the mighty,
Stands forth on the colors of Rodes' brigade.
Is stamped in the hillocks of earth newly made,
And know ye that victory, the shrine of the mighty,
Stands forth on the colors of Rodes' brigade.
Maidens of Southland!
come bring ye bright flowers,
Weave ye a chaplet for the brow of the brave,
Bring ye the emblems of Freedom and Victory,
Bring ye the emblems of Death and the Grave,
Bring ye some motto befitting a Hero,
Bring ye exotics that never will fade,
Come to the deep crimsoned valley of Richmond
And crown the young chieftain who led his brigade.1