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A BALLAD OF THE SOUTH AND NORTH.
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The Southern heart begins to burn; Our lordly nature we'll assert: Come, Yankees, one and all, but learn Our blades are sure to hurt!"
O braggart Southron, wail the day When Treason thus in arms did start:For flames that roared o'er Charleston Bay, Swept on and fired—the Northern heart!Then flashed the sun on serried steel; Then Northern words were proud to hear:"Who dares to bid our Freemen kneel, Shall meet a foe who cannot fear!" The Northern heart began to beat; The Northern voice rang far and clear: "Who bids our Freemen kneel, shall meet A foe who cannot fear!"
On marched our glorious Yankee lads, Our craft the rolling billow cleft;Loud crashed the grand columbiads, The rifles rattled right and left.The slave went free; the fair estate In gore was drenched, with fire was girt;The vanquished Southron learned too late That Yankee blades were sure to hurt.
