Yankees Light the Fires Bright.

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TUNE -- "Gray Goose."

Yankees light the fires bright,
Your fathers lit of yore, boys,
And swear no Mexican shall light,
On Texas' injured shore;
Come gather east, come gather west,
Come around with Yankee thunder,
Break down the power of Mexico,
And tread her tyrants under.

Our little state of gallant scars,
True friends shall never need 'em,
While we have 27 stars,
To light her on to freedom.
Come gather east, &c.

Remember where brave Fanning fell,
With thirty gory gashes,
And swear to ring the tyrant's knell,
Ere they insult his ashes,
Come gather east, &c.

Remember gallant Crockett's bones,
Have found a glorious bed there,
Then tell them in your thunder tones,
No tyrants feet shall tread there.
Come gather east, &c.

Remember freedom's sacred bird,
Flaps o'er our heroes tombs there,
And never let the Texian herde,
Profane his holy plumes there.
Come gather east, &c.

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Then send your cannon on the main.
Your guns by hill and river,
And swear you'll Texas rights maintain,
And keep her free forever.

Come gather east, come gather west,
Come around with Yankee thunder,
Break down the power of Mexico,
And tread her tyrants under.