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ANSWER TO MY MARYLAND.
While the sun rises in the east,And patriots throng to Freedom's feast,Shall be our poet and high-priest,Maryland! Our Maryland!
When aimed our cannon in the fray,Maryland!Remembered on the battle-day,Maryland!Will be immortal Ringgold's name,And Watson, noblest son of fame—Fell treason they would brand with shame,Maryland! Our Maryland!
One sword-stroke for the good old flag,Maryland!Down with secession's shameless rag,Maryland!The glorious Stars and Stripes uphold,That over Yorktown were unrolled—Oh! march beneath that banner fold,Maryland! Our Maryland!
The land we fight for shall not fall,Maryland!While blown is Union's bugle call.Maryland!
