They'll smite the hand that pulls me down,

And trails me in the dust!

O'er them I'll wave!

A million men I've seen cut down,
And many thousand more,
Beside the wounded that have died
On old Columbia's shore,

That I might wave!

Now all you sons give me a cheer,
And loving daughters, too,
For Briton's flag has bowed to me,
And the Palmetto, too.

O'er them I waved!

And now three cheers for the soldiers,
The loyal, brave and true,

And I'll wave o'er those departed,

Who fell for the red, white and blue!

O'er them I'll wave!

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Decoration Day.

Is for our honored neroes,
We this day have met;

Although their forms have mouldered,
Their deeds we'll ne'er forget.

CHORUS-We will meet but we will miss them;

In their homes is a vacant chair,
And a priceless picture wrapped
In a coil of brother's hair.

This day will bring sad memories back
To many a broken heart;—

When the captain called his company out,
And mother and son did part.

CHORUS

We meet this day to bind anew,
Our sacred honor and our love,
For those who fell upon the field—
But now are in their home above.

CHORUS

To-day our minds will backwark fly,
To troops arrayed and passing by,
In uniforms of navy blue,

With glittering swords all bright and new

CHORUS

We saw them fall in prison pens,
Their looks were ghastly wild;

But ere they crossed the vale beyond,
They lisped the name of wife and child.

CHORUS

We done what little we could do,
We heard their mournful sighs,
And gently folded up their arms,

When death had closed their eyes.

CHORUS

r battles are all over, heir toilsome march is done, r painful wounds are healed,ith them the victory's won.

CHORUS