. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . stormed the wild hills of Resaca, God bless those who fell on that day !196 Sbermairs /Ilbarcb to tbe Sea 197 Then Kenesaw, dark in its glory, Frowned down on the flag of the free, But the East and the West bore our standardAnd Sherman marched on to the sea. Still onward we pressed till our banners Swept out from Atlantas grim walls,And the blood of the patriot dampened The soil where the traitor flag paused no
. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . stormed the wild hills of Resaca, God bless those who fell on that day !196 Sbermairs /Ilbarcb to tbe Sea 197 Then Kenesaw, dark in its glory, Frowned down on the flag of the free, But the East and the West bore our standardAnd Sherman marched on to the sea. Still onward we pressed till our banners Swept out from Atlantas grim walls,And the blood of the patriot dampened The soil where the traitor flag paused not to weep for the fallen, Who slept by each river and we twined them a wreath of the laurel As Sherman marched down to the sea. Oh, proud was our army that morning, That stood where the pine darkly towers,When Sherman said : * Boys, you are weary, But to-day fair Savannah is ours ! Then sang we the song of our chieftain. That echoed oer river and lea,And the stars in our banner shone brighter When Sherman marched down to the SHERMANS MARCHBy a THEIR lips are still as the lips of the dead,The gaze of their eyes is straight ahead ;The tramp, tramp, tramp of ten thousand feetKeep time to that mufSed, monotonous beat,—Rub a dub dub ! rub a dub dub ! Ten thousand more ! and still they comeTo fight a battle for Christendom !With cannon and caissons, and flags foremost men in all the world ! Rub a dub dub ! rub a dub dub ! The foe is entrenched on the frowning hill,—A natural fortress, strengthened by skill ;But vain are the walls to those who faceThe champions of the human race ! Rub a dub dub ; rub a dub dub !198 Sbermans /IBarcb 199 By regiment ! Forward into line ! Then sabres and guns and bayonets ye, who feel your fate at last,Repeat the old prayer as your hearts beat fast !Rub a dub dub ! rub a dub dub ! Oh, ye who waited and prayed so longThat Right might have a fair fight with Wrong,No more in fruitless marches shall plod,But
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