THE LAST SONG
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AR" OF in the Silly night" .s
Roll up our gallant flag, III. "
1t must no more wave o'rus
Our eagle shrieks DER hill and crag,


And dark clouds roll before us.
The struggles o'er-we shout no more,


Both helm and targe are riven;
On earth laid low feet to the foe,


And closing eye to heaven,
Wings of the gallant States


Whose thunders spoke for Harry;
A brighter day your cause awaits,


A stouter blade to carry.
Their taunts and jeers bespeak their fears,
Their foreign power we'll humble,
Or see the walls of Congress halls


Round shreking freemen crumble.
Cheer, cheer ye for the fray,


There's many gallant spirit
Who'll wipe the foul reproach away,
They'd make our sons inherit.
A little while and Freedoms smile,
Will light the land we cherish;
And show the world flag unfurled
Whose tints will never perish. CHIPS.