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MARCH ALONG.

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.

Peace shall unite 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 the battle with a song!

March, march along!

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THE UNION-RIGHT OR WRONG.

BY GEORGE. P. MORRIS.

I.

N Freedom's name our blades we draw,

IN

She arms us for the fight!

For country, government, and law,
For Liberty and Right.

The Union must- shall be preserved,

Our flag still o'er us fly!

That cause our hearts and hands has nerved,

And we will do or die.

CHORUS.

Then come, ye hardy volunteers,
Around our standard throng,

And pledge man's hope of coming years,

The Union,

right or wrong!

The Union — right or wrong-inspires

The burden of our song;

It was the glory of our sires

The Union, right or wrong!

It is the duty of us all

II.

To check rebellion's sway;

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GONE TO THE WAR.

To rally at the nation's call,

And we that voice obey!
Then like a band of brothers go,
A hostile league to break,
To rout a spoil-encumber'd foe,
And what is ours, retake.

CHORUS.

So come, ye hardy volunteers,
Around our standard throng,

And pledge man's hope of coming years,
The Union, right or wrong!

The Union — right or wrong-inspires

The burden of our song;

It was the glory of our sires

The Union, right or wrong!

GONE TO THE WAR.

BY HORATIO ALGER, JR.

MY Charlie has gone to the war,

My Charlie so brave and tall;

He left his plough in the furrow
And flew at his country's call.
May God in safety keep him,

My precious boy-my all.

GONE TO THE WAR.

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My heart is pining to see him,

I miss him every day;

My heart is weary with waiting,
And sick of the long delay.
But I know his country needs him,
And I could not bid him stay.

I remember how his face flushed,
And how his color came,

When the flash from the guns of Sumter
Lit the whole land with flame,

And darkened our country's banner

With the crimson hue of shame.

"Mother," he said, then faltered, I felt his mute appeal;

I paused,

if you are a mother,

You know what mothers feel,

When called to yield their dear ones
To the cruel bullet and steel.

My heart stood still for a moment,
Struck with a mighty woe;

A faint of death came o'er me,
I am a mother, you know,

But I sternly checked my weakness,
And firmly bade him "Go."

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TO THE UNITED STATES.

Wherever the fight is fiercest
I know that my boy will be;
Wherever the need is sorest

Of the stout arms of the free,
May he prove as true to his country
As he has been true to me !

My home is lonely without him,
My heart bereft of joy,—

The thought of him who has left me

My constant, sad employ ;

But God has been good to the mother;
She shall not blush for her boy.

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TO THE UNITED STATES.

BY MAYNE REID.

H! land of my longings, beyond the Atlantic, What horrible dream has disturbed thy repose? What demon has driven thy citizens frantic,

A grief to their friends, and a joy to their foes?

Is it true they are arming to kill one another?

That sire and son are in hostile array ? That brother is baring his blade against brother, Each madly preparing the other to slay ?