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Or from foul treason's treacherous band to wrench the murderous

blade, And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade ; Three bundred thousand loyal men, and true, have gone before, We are coming "Father Abraham," three hundred thousand more.

We'll rally round our banner that waves and shines afar,
It is our patriot fathers' flag with every ancient star;
We'll all stand by the President until the victory's won,
Or fall beneath our flag to save the chair of Washington.
Six hundred thousand valiant men have volunteered before,
We are coming, “Father Abraham,” three hundred thousand more.

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