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When the Yankees came like a tide of locusts,
When blue uniforms blocked the ends of streets
And foolish, arrogant swords struck through the paintings of a hundred years.
From gold and ivory coasts come the winds that jingle in the tree-tops.
But the sigh of the wind in the unshaven grass, from whence is that?
When blue uniforms blocked the ends of streets
And foolish, arrogant swords struck through the paintings of a hundred years.
From gold and ivory coasts come the winds that jingle in the tree-tops.
But the sigh of the wind in the unshaven grass, from whence is that?
Proud hearts who could not endure desecration,
Who almost loathed the sky because it was blue;
Vengeful spirits, locked in young, arrogant bodies,
You cursed yourselves with a vow:
Never would you set foot again in Charleston streets,
Never leave your piazza till Carolina was rid of Yankees.
O smooth wind sliding in from the sea,
Who almost loathed the sky because it was blue;
Vengeful spirits, locked in young, arrogant bodies,
You cursed yourselves with a vow:
Never would you set foot again in Charleston streets,
Never leave your piazza till Carolina was rid of Yankees.
O smooth wind sliding in from the sea,
