. Homespun verses . r drags on the river bed,When the salt sea smell blows across the rail,And our white sails swell with the rising gale,Or when choking smoke hides the sea and at broadsides stroke blood and splinters fly,Then the heart beats true knowing naught of fear,Neath the Navy Blue of the Volunteer. When fair Freedom asks for her stalwart sons,Down go daily tasks, up go swords and guns,Far from mortal ken, on some dusty ledge,Fly the rapid pen and the sounding sledge,And the columns gleam full of men of mark,As the soldiers stream through the city park,Tis a stirring sight fit
. Homespun verses . r drags on the river bed,When the salt sea smell blows across the rail,And our white sails swell with the rising gale,Or when choking smoke hides the sea and at broadsides stroke blood and splinters fly,Then the heart beats true knowing naught of fear,Neath the Navy Blue of the Volunteer. When fair Freedom asks for her stalwart sons,Down go daily tasks, up go swords and guns,Far from mortal ken, on some dusty ledge,Fly the rapid pen and the sounding sledge,And the columns gleam full of men of mark,As the soldiers stream through the city park,Tis a stirring sight fit for saint or seer,As to fight for right goes the Volunteer. 114 HOMESPUN VERSES. When our long lines go oer the battlefield,And the stubborn foe learns to die or and might prevail over banded wrong,And our stars we hail as we stride along,And well never flag till we win or die,While a hostile rag flaunts against the sky,When our own dear soil has no foe to fear,Home to peaceful toil speeds the & HOMESPUN VERSES. 115 ^e Je^ey 8lue£ ^-Xear the sharp summons on startled winds sound- • tog,- Fall in, brave freemen, in battle array,Rally your regiments their free flags surrounding, For the friends of the past are the foes of to-day;Come from the mountains and come from the ocean, Come from the forests and come from the farms;East Jersey,—West Jersey,—all in commotion Ardently answer the order— To Arms. Cheer for Columbia, Home of the freemen,Cheer for her colors, her sky-given hues, Sing for her soldiers, and shout for her seamen,And cheer once again for her brave Jersey Blues. At the first blast of the bugles shrill blaring See the men swarming from workshops and mines,Quick at the sight of the starry flags flaring How they stream out from the orchards and pines,Everywhere fleeting to join in the meeting Kinsmen and strangers touch elbows to-day,Distant drams beating and bugles repeating, Spread the alarm, then be up and for Columbia, &c.
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