. Book of song poems. e tobacco and the cane;And the huts along our line are the colored saw the many scenes from the train. September, 1905. FORT SUMPTER. HAIL the stars and stripes!At early morning peacefully again,Over Fort Sumpter now she peace and prosperity ever reign! Hail the stars and stripes! Stop again to read their fameAs above our forts she floats, There by the enemy it once was the stars and stripes! Of Fort Sumpter there so the enemies our banner was torn While the cannons were mouthing the stars and stripes! Ye nations al
. Book of song poems. e tobacco and the cane;And the huts along our line are the colored saw the many scenes from the train. September, 1905. FORT SUMPTER. HAIL the stars and stripes!At early morning peacefully again,Over Fort Sumpter now she peace and prosperity ever reign! Hail the stars and stripes! Stop again to read their fameAs above our forts she floats, There by the enemy it once was the stars and stripes! Of Fort Sumpter there so the enemies our banner was torn While the cannons were mouthing the stars and stripes! Ye nations all, let peace and freedom reign!No more shall the Fort be bathed in blood While its banner floats above the the stars and stripes! Above our strong fortress we stronger are the hearts of its braves, There to defend our land of the the stars and stripes! So proud there the gem of the has it floated above the iron storm. May the enemies of our banner cease to be. September, o a> c z^ r^ Oi tl ^ ?^ -i-> n^ M r! m O -c 83 C2 <D (Xi M !» 03 ?^ O •l-H ^ _, o ffl •^H ri A ?w Q. 0 p j3 <:n, 13 ^ 4 da Scene ?^< ^ % o 1 1—1 OJ IB O ^(X) o3 < ^ 3 J. 3 -a 3 s _, O ^ r -H Oi •,j fe I 0 <M *J U) O r^ j^ z 03 a o- ^ ^- q: 0) -S Ui T S A <f ^ .-S t- ® ^^ GEORGIA. THERES a state in our southern clime,Its beauties we remember well;With its roses, trees and vines,How can we all its wonders tell? Theres a state in our southern clime, All its wealth cannot be told;With its many forests of spruce and pine, Many are the beauties that doth unfold. Theres a state in our southern many are the treasures found. See the fruits and liveoak on our line,And the rich minerals there abound. Theres a state in our southern clime,The hills and mountains there we see; Here many wonderful springs we find,The silvery streams flow to the sea. Theres a state in our southern its rich cotton fields and grain. And its
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