Valley Forge, a chronicle of American heroism . , THE SONG OF VALLEY FORGE We go with the axe our huts to raise,And then to creep to the camp-fires talk, as our heartstrings closer twine,Of comrades lost at Brandywine. We will know what famine means, and wishFor the nook of home and the smoking dish;And our aching limbs as they shrink with coldWill feel how scant is the garments fold. The foe will lodge in the city Howe and his troops keep cares the feast and dance will loudly tellHow St. Georges sons hold carnival. But we in the rude-built huts will waitFor a bright

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Valley Forge, a chronicle of American heroism . , THE SONG OF VALLEY FORGE We go with the axe our huts to raise,And then to creep to the camp-fires talk, as our heartstrings closer twine,Of comrades lost at Brandywine. We will know what famine means, and wishFor the nook of home and the smoking dish;And our aching limbs as they shrink with coldWill feel how scant is the garments fold. The foe will lodge in the city Howe and his troops keep cares the feast and dance will loudly tellHow St. Georges sons hold carnival. But we in the rude-built huts will waitFor a brighter day and a nobler fate;And as clings to the sire the trusting sonWe will nestle close to our Washington. —Lyrics of the Revolution.

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