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 1. r leave my home and thee, dear. 
 
 Willi Borrow at ray heart. 
 It is my country's call, dear. 
 
 To aid her I depart ; 
 And on the blood-red battle plain 
 
 We'll conquer or we'll die : 
 'Tis for our honor and our name, 
 
 We raise the battle cry. 
 Then weep not, dearest, weep not, 
 
 If in her cause I fall, 
 weep not, dearest, weep not, 
 
 It is my country's call. 
 
 2. And yet my heart is sore, love 
 To see thee weeping thus 
 But mark me there's no fear. love. 
 
 For in Heaven is our trust ; 
 And if the heavy, drooping tear 
 
 Swells in my mournful eye, 
 It is that Northmen of our land 
 Should cause the battle cry. 
 Then weep not, dearest, &c. 
 
 8. Our rights have been usurped, dear, 
 By Northmen of our land. 
 Fanatics raised the cry, dear, 
 Politicians fired the brand. 
 The Southrons spurn the galling yoke. 
 
 The tyrants threat's defy, 
 They find we've sons like sturdy oak 
 To raise our battle-cry. 
 Then weep not dearest fye. 
 
 4. I knew you'd let me go love, 
 
 I saw it iu that tear, 
 
 To join the gallant men, love 
 
 Who never yet knew fear. 
 
 With Beauregard and Davis 
 
 We'll gain our cause or die, 
 Win battles like Manassas 
 And raise our battle-cry. 
 Then weep not, dearest &c. 
 
 J. Green, PriDter, Savannah, Ga. 
 
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