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God save the South, God save the South,
Her altars and firesides, God save the South!
Now that the war is nigh, now that we arm to die,
Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"
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God protect the south, God protect the south,
His altars and hearth fires, God protect the south!
Now the war is near and we prepare to die,
And sing our battle song: "Freedom or death!"
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God be our shield, at home or afield,
Stretch Thine arm over us, strengthen and save.
What tho 'they're three to one, forward each sire and son,
Strike till the war is won, strike to the grave!
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God be our shield, at home and on the battlefield, spread
your arms over us, strengthen and protect us.
And come three to one, let the gentleman and son go ahead
And fight each other until the war is won, beat each other to the grave!
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God made the right stronger than might,
Millions would trample us down in their pride.
Lay Thou their legions low, roll back the ruthless foe,
Let the proud spoiler know God's on our side.
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God made the law stronger than violence,
millions desire to crush us in their arrogance.
Thou shalt thou their legions, drive back the unscrupulous enemy,
Let the proud corrupter know that God is on our side.
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Hark honor's call, summoning all.
Summoning all of us unto the strife.
Sons of the South, awake! Strike till the brand shall break,
Strike for dear Honor's sake, Freedom and Life!
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Hear the call of glory that gathers all, that gathers
all of us to fight.
Sons of the South, awaken. Argue until the fire subsides, fight
for dear glory, for freedom and life!
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Rebels before, our fathers of yore.
Rebel's the righteous name Washington bore.
Why, then, be ours the same, the name that he snatched from shame,
Making it first in fame, foremost in war.
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Even then, our fathers were rebels,
Rebel is the righteous name Washington had .
So let us then be the same, bear the name he wrested from shame,
let the glory of that name shine, be first in battle.
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War to the hilt, theirs be the guilt,
Who fetter the free man to ransom the slave.
Up then, and undismay'd, sheathe not the battle blade,
Till the last foe is laid low in the grave!
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Fight blade to blade, it's their fault,
Who put the free man in bonds to force the slave free.
Don't hesitate, don't put the sword in its sheath
until the last enemy has sunk into the grave!
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God save the South, God save the South,
Dry the dim eyes that now follow our path.
Still let the light feet rove safe through the orange grove,
Still keep the land we love safe from Thy wrath.
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God protect the south, God protect the south,
Dries the cloudy eyes that look after our procession.
Let
your light feet wander safely through orange groves, spare our beloved country with your anger.
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God save the South, God save the South,
Her altars and firesides, God save the South!
For the great war is nigh, and we will win or die,
Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!"
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God protect the south, God protect the south,
His altars and hearth fires, God protect the south!
Now the great war is near and we will prevail or die,
And sing our battle song: "Freedom or death!"
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