Berdan's men are in the field:
The Rebels all look blue, sir;
For, well they know, where'er we go,
Our rifles will prove true, sir.
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Berdan's men are marching on,
Their deadly rifles rattling;
Swift, swift we dash through shot and shell,
For Freedom bravely battling!
O'er hills and through dark woods we roam,
No Foe shall make us tremble;
Our rifles crack, will drive them back,
And every fear dissemble.
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When, from their heights, the guns they sight
To deal dark woe around, sir,
Our rifles flash--the bullets crash--
And Traitors bite the ground, sir.
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Our cause is just, and on we'll march,
With MAC, our brave Commander,
Guard well his life, 'mid all the strife,
Until our Foes surrender.
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No cares have we but for Liberty,
And glad would bear all pain, sir,
If our Flag could fly, in the azure sky,
O'er every State again, sir.
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