We’ll rally round the same old Flag
Our fathers did of yore,
And bravely fight beneath those folds
They hallowed with their gore;
We’ll guard it as a sacred trust
With our devoted band,
And shield it from the treachery
Of the Southron’s murd’rous hand.
What though we had a traitor Twiggs,
An Arnold we’d before;
But we have still our loyal North,
That keeps the oath it swore.
As brave as ever to the breeze
Our noble Flag’s unfurled,
The pride and blessing of our land,
The envy of the world.
And eager thousands grasp the sword,
The scabbard thrown away;
With willing hands and faithful hearts,
They’re ready for the fray,
To teach the Southern fratricide
The Stars and Stripes shall wave
O’er this the land of liberty,
The birthplace of the brave.
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RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE 69TH REG’T., N. Y. S. M.
Sweet Maid of Erin.