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FORT SUMTER.
The sky was all crimson with flames of affray,
And crimson beneath were the waves of the bay,
Ere the banner came down that is floating today,
Hurra! hurra! and hurra!
It shall float till these bomb-torn embrasures decay,
And still float forever, hurra!
And crimson beneath were the waves of the bay,
Ere the banner came down that is floating today,
Hurra! hurra! and hurra!
It shall float till these bomb-torn embrasures decay,
And still float forever, hurra!
Oh, we made the air mad with the rushing of balls,—
Hurra!
With the shrieking of shells and the crashing of walls,—
Hurra!
Till its thunders were dumb and its cannons o'erthrown,
And the foe fled at last from the ramparts of stone;
It was this way our flag was restored to its own,
Hurra! hurra! and hurra!
It shall float till the last king is dead on his throne,
And still float forever, hurra!
Hurra!
With the shrieking of shells and the crashing of walls,—
Hurra!
Till its thunders were dumb and its cannons o'erthrown,
And the foe fled at last from the ramparts of stone;
It was this way our flag was restored to its own,
Hurra! hurra! and hurra!
It shall float till the last king is dead on his throne,
And still float forever, hurra!
Then resound, ye glad guns, over billow and strand,—
Hurra!
Hurra!
