MARCH ALONG.

28. March 2009 by admin.

GEORGE H. BOKER.

SOLDIERS are we from the mountain and valley,
Soldiers are we from the hill and the plain;
Under the flag of our fathers we rally;
Death, for its sake, is but living again.
Then march along, gay and strong,
March to battle with a song
March, march along!

We have a history told of our nation,
We have a name that must never go down;
Heroes achieved it through toil and privation;
Bear it on, bright with its ancient renown!
Then march along, etc.

Who that shall dare say the flag waving o’er us,
Which floated in glory from Texas to Maine,
Must fall, where our ancestors bore it before us
Writes his own fate on the roll of the slain
Then march along, etc.

Look at it, traitors, and blush to behold it!
Quail as it flashes its stars in the sun!
Think you a hand in the nation will fold it,
While there’s a hand that can level a gun?
Then march along, etc.

Carry it onward, till victory earn it
The rights it once owned in the land of the free
Then, in God’s name, in our fury we’ll turn it
Full on the treachery over the sea!
Then march along, etc.

England shall feel what a vengeance the liar
Stores in the bosom he aims to deceive;
England shall feel how God’s truth can inspire;
England shall feel it, but only to grieve.
Then march along, etc.

Peach shall untie us again and forever,
Though thousands lie cold in the graves of these wars;
Those who survive them shall never prove, never,
False to the flag of the stripes and the stars!
Then march along, gay and strong,
March to battle with a song
March, march along!

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