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THE
TWELVE thousand
staunch, undaunted men, Twelve thousand Hoosiers we The rifles on our
shoulders, The sabres at our
knee. From
Trav’ling mountains
o’er; And the song we sing
is, Carry me back to Old Virginia shore! Our harvest fields of
golden grain Are left with those
we love; We’re fighting to
maintain for aye The flag that floats above. There’s many a rebel
soldier knows, When welt’ring in his gore, The reason why we’ve
tramped so far To Old Virginia shore, The gray-haired man
his blessing pours, With a brightly-sparkling eye. They’re glad we’ve
come; for rebels fly, Their cannon cease to roar, Their flag to scent
the mountain air That wraps Twelve thousand
staunch, undaunted men-Twelve thousand more to come; And many eyes shall
never see The smiles that
welcome home. But hands are firm,
and hearts will dare Brave deeds ne’er heard before The stars and stripes
shall float again O’er all |
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Updated 11-6-2010 |
