A New Whir Song.

Dedicated to the 'Yazoo City Clay Club


BY A MEMBER.
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Dedicated to the 'Yazoo City Clay Club


BY A MEMBER.
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Once more, Wings of the South, once more,
Our arms must be arrayed;
Our glorious flag again must o'er
The ramparts be Displayed.


Again your battle shout must rove,


The UNION now and e'er,


No Texas Star shall float above


The flag to freemen dear
Once more, Wings of the South, &c.
Though lost the fruits of former fields,
BY trait'rous Tyler's hand,
The punishment his conscience Yields
Your silence should command.


Unto the traitor give no care,


For Amold-like he's fed


Unto the ones who spread the lair


He wished chat they would spread.
Once more, Wings Of the South, &c.
He's theirs, fit comrade for the band
Who would the Union mar,
Who have no shout for freedoms land
Their all for the clone Star"


What care they for the hfe-blood stream


Our fathers shed like rains


To them heir forms nought doth seem


Viewed with the Texian slain.
Once more, Wings of the South, &c.
Wings of the South, rise in your might
Rise like the thunGers rise,
When light'nings swell the awful fight
The storm holds in the skies.


Rise crush to earth the foes who dare


AsSail your Unions rest,


And place in freedoms guardian Chall


Our ''HARRY OF THE WEST"
Once more, Wings of the South, &c.