How the darkies shouted when they heard the joyful sound!

How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found!

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How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,

While we were marching through Georgia.

Yes, and there was Union men who wept with joyful tears,

When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years;

Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,

While we were marching through Georgia.

"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!"

So the saucy rebels said-and 'twas a handsome boast,

Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon on a host,

While we were marching through Georgia.

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THE SWORD OF ROBERT LEE REV. ABRAM J. RYAN

Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright, Flashed the sword of Lee!

Far in the front of the deadly fight,
High o'er the brave in the cause of right,
Its stainless sheen like a beacon light,
Led us to victory.

Out of its scabbard, where full long
It slumbered peacefully-

Roused from its rest by the battle song,
Shielding the feeble, smiting the strong, 10
Guarding the right, and avenging the
wrong,

Gleamed the sword of Lee.

Forth from its scabbard, high in air,
Beneath Virginia's sky-

And they who saw it gleaming there,
And knew who bore it, knelt to swear
That where that sword led, they would
dare

Though in our land we had both bond and free,

Both were content; and so God let them be;

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'Till envy coveted our land, And those fair fields our valor won: But little recked we, for we still slept on,

In the land where we were dreaming.