Our Battle Song.

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Air -- "Hold the Fort."

Hark! the bugle note is sounding
Over all the land!
See! the people forth are rushing --
Oh! the sight is grand!

CHORUS -- Storm the fort, ye gallant soldiers,
'Tis a glorious fight --
Brawn and brain against injustice,
God defend the right!

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Strong, intrenched behind their bullion,
Sit the money kings;
Salary grabbers, thieves and traitors,
Join them in their rings.

CHORUS.

'Tis injustice fills their coffers
With unhallowed gold;
And the might of their oppression
Ruins young and old.

CHORUS.

Lo! a sound of wailing rises
From the cottage door;
Children starving, women dying,
Unprotected poor.

CHORUS.

Who is there to shun the conflict?
Who would be a slave?
Better die within the trenches!
Forward, then, ye brave!

CHORUS.