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Our Brave Rough and Ready.

Air — The Star-Spangled Banner.

On Mexico's plains the wild war-trump was heard,
And falchions were flashing in battle's wild splendor;
Our hero was there, and each heart was stirred,
As we marched 'neath the flag of our country's defender,
Palo Alto grew red, and Resaca in dread,
Heard the cries of the foemen who trembled and fled,
While our brave Rough and Ready in triumph rode on,
In the van of the fray till the vict'ry was won.

On Monterey's heights wav'd our chieftain's bright sword,
And the Stars and the Stripes where it pointed ascended;
Foot to foot, breast to breast, at our Captain's bold sword,
Fought the sons of the North with the foes who defended,
And the rifles loud crack, and the voice of old Zack,
Struck the foemen with terror, and scattered than back;
While our brave Rough and Ready in triumph rode on,
In the van of the fray till the vict'ry was won.

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Buena Vista's dark field in our pathway still frown'd,
Where the host's of Sant' Anna were marshalled for battle,
Banners waved in the breeze, and the war-trumpet's sound
Mingled wildly and shrill with the changing drum's rattle
But our troopers were there with their bright sabres bare,
And the grape-shot of Bragg spread a storm through the air:
While our brave Rough and Ready in triumph rode on,
In the van of the fray till the vict'ry was won.

We must have one more fight for our hero to win
And the sons of Columbia will follow his banner:
For the people and right he must combat again,
And pass to Salt creek all his foes like Sant' Anna.
He's on victory's track and he can't be put back,
For the people have said that they trust in Old Zack;
So our brave Rough and Ready in triumph shall run,
Till the White House is reached and our victory won.