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Kentucky battle song
In the year of '61, we left our native land,
Cause we could not bend our spirits to the tyrant's stern command.
And we rallied to our Buckner, while our hearts were sad and sore,
To offer our blood for freedom as our fathers did before....
And we'll march ! march ! march !
To the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
From our old Kentucky home....
When at first the southern flag unfurled its' folds upon the air,
Its' stars had hardly gathered 'til Kentucky's sons were there.
And we swore a solemn oath and sternly gathered round
We would only live as freemen in the dark and bloody ground.
And we'll march ! march ! march !
To the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
From our old Kentucky home....
With Buckner as our leader and Morgan in the van,
We'll plant the flag of freedom in our fair and happy land,
We will drive the tyrant's minions to the Ohio's rolling flood,
Dnd dye her waves with crimson with the coward yankee blood..
And we'll march ! march ! march !
To the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
From our old Kentucky home....
Then cheer ye southern braves, you'll soon shall see the day,
When Kentucky's fairest daughters will cheer you on your way,
And then their proud old mothers will welcome one and all,
For united we stand, but divided we fall !
And we'll march ! march ! march !
To the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
From our old Kentucky home....
In the year of '61, we left our native land,
Cause we could not bend our spirits to the tyrant's stern command.
And we rallied to our Buckner, while our hearts were sad and sore,
To offer our blood for freedom as our fathers did before....
And we'll march ! march ! march !
To the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
From our old Kentucky home....
When at first the southern flag unfurled its' folds upon the air,
Its' stars had hardly gathered 'til Kentucky's sons were there.
And we swore a solemn oath and sternly gathered round
We would only live as freemen in the dark and bloody ground.
And we'll march ! march ! march !
To the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
From our old Kentucky home....
With Buckner as our leader and Morgan in the van,
We'll plant the flag of freedom in our fair and happy land,
We will drive the tyrant's minions to the Ohio's rolling flood,
Dnd dye her waves with crimson with the coward yankee blood..
And we'll march ! march ! march !
To the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
From our old Kentucky home....
Then cheer ye southern braves, you'll soon shall see the day,
When Kentucky's fairest daughters will cheer you on your way,
And then their proud old mothers will welcome one and all,
For united we stand, but divided we fall !
And we'll march ! march ! march !
To the music of the drum,
We were driven forth in exile,
From our old Kentucky home....