Poetry, Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil WarRichard Grant White American News Company, 1866 - 334 páginas |
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... gun , Or raise some fun , To us is no endeavor ; So let us hear One hearty cheer The Seventh's lads forever ! Chorus - For we're the boys That hearts desthroys , Wid making love and fighting ; We take a fort , The girls we court , But ...
... gun , Or raise some fun , To us is no endeavor ; So let us hear One hearty cheer The Seventh's lads forever ! Chorus - For we're the boys That hearts desthroys , Wid making love and fighting ; We take a fort , The girls we court , But ...
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... guns , far away , Boom after boom . Their sullen sound Shook all the shuddering air around ; And shook , ah me ! my shrinking ear , And downward shook the hanging tear That , in despite of manhood's pride , Rolled o'er my face , a ...
... guns , far away , Boom after boom . Their sullen sound Shook all the shuddering air around ; And shook , ah me ! my shrinking ear , And downward shook the hanging tear That , in despite of manhood's pride , Rolled o'er my face , a ...
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... gun right slick he threw Both away together , In his cap , to public view , Showing the white feather . Yankee Doodle , etc. Yankee Doodle , Doodle , do , Whither are you flying ? " A cocked hat we ' ve been licked into , And knocked to ...
... gun right slick he threw Both away together , In his cap , to public view , Showing the white feather . Yankee Doodle , etc. Yankee Doodle , Doodle , do , Whither are you flying ? " A cocked hat we ' ve been licked into , And knocked to ...
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... guns , While in his own he held my hand . Trust God , oh little heart ! he said , And galloped forth into the light ; That day he rode into the fight , And there they shot my lover dead . My stricken soul rose from the dust , And pushed ...
... guns , While in his own he held my hand . Trust God , oh little heart ! he said , And galloped forth into the light ; That day he rode into the fight , And there they shot my lover dead . My stricken soul rose from the dust , And pushed ...
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... guns ; Or wait you for May - day and warm - spring suns ? Are you blowing your fingers because they are cold , Or catching your breath ere you take a hold ? Is the mud knee - deep in valley and gorge ? What are you waiting for , tardy ...
... guns ; Or wait you for May - day and warm - spring suns ? Are you blowing your fingers because they are cold , Or catching your breath ere you take a hold ? Is the mud knee - deep in valley and gorge ? What are you waiting for , tardy ...
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Poetry, Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil War Richard Grant White Visualização integral - 1866 |
Poetry, Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil War Richard Grant White Visualização integral - 1866 |
Poetry, Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil War Richard Grant White Visualização integral - 1866 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
ABRAHAM LINCOLN Atlantic Monthly banner BARBARA FRITCHIE battle beneath blood blow blue boys will fight brave breath broken fetters brutal bands cannon cheer Chorus cold dark dead dear death doodle-doo dread dream dust E Pluribus Unum eyes face fear fire flag flame Freedom Furl gallant glory grave guns hallelujah hand Hark Harpers hear heart Heaven hurrah Jeff John Bull land Lero Lilliburlero lips look Lord Lovell marching Maryland mighty morning nation nebber never niff-a-stifference night niversal nigger-cotton-gin o'er Praise de Lord pray rebel River roar ROBERT BURTON roll Rub-a-dub-dub says old Uncle shame ships shore slave sleep smile soldier song soul Southern stars Stonewall Jackson stood sword tears thee There's thou thousand thunder traitor tread Union wave weary Yankee boys Yankee Doodle dandy York Tribune