Taylor's Address To The Indiana Regiment.

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Rouse, sons of the West boldly arm and prepare,
The wild war whoop rings and the hatchet is gleaming,
The cries of the wronged now are rending the air.
Their homes are in flames, and their life blood is streaming.
Then raise the flag high.
And its stars of the sky.
Shall light us to battle till the red foe shall fly;
For we swear that the land which our forefather gave,
Shall give us a free home, or give us a grave.

The sweet song of peace that once gladden'd our hearts,
Is chang'd in the yell of the merciless savage
But the fair homes we've reared and our toil cultured earth,
The blood-seeking red man no longer shall ravage.
Then let our flag wave,
O'er our chieftain so brave,
And march Indiana, the union to save,
For we swear that the land which our forefathers gave,
Shall give us a free home or give us a grave.