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FORT DONELSON.
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Wild ran the fire along our veins, To nerve our failing powers;We strewed with death the reeking plains; But—Donelson is ours! Up with the Federal flag, my boys! Down with the Stars and Bars! Three times three cheers! till Europe hears: All hail the Stripes and Stars!
The frowning hills above us stood Like doorless, granite towers:There traitors lurked, athirst for blood; They and the hills are ours! Up with the Federal flag, my boys! Down with the Stars and Bars! Three times three cheers!—Creation hears: All hail the Stripes and Stars!
Down on our right their cannon-balls Dropped swift as summer showers;On rushed our troops—right through their walls! Fort Donelson was ours! Up with the Federal flag, my boys! Down with the Stars and Bars!
