MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND!
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Away they dashed for neck or naught, In valiant Isham's rear,Like curs with tin pans to their tails, Or herds of flying deer.
Cloaks fell, hats dropped, and wigs flew off From many a luckless head;All fleeter than Achilles ran, But Isham always led.
Now let us sing: Long live the King, The dauntless Isham G!And when he next skedaddling goes, May I be there to see.
MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND!
By R. C. M’Ginn
"THE public schools are scattered o'erMaryland, my Maryland!Diffusing wide their treasured lore,Maryland, my Maryland!Oh! may they rise to fall no more,And be all other schools before,In wisdom's never-failing store,Maryland, my Maryland!
