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THE MARYLANDERS GOOD BYE.
AIR - "The White Rose."
Adie [sic]! Adieu! dear Maryland,
To arm at honors call,
For freedoms sacred cause to stand,
To conquer or to die.
I leave in sadness thy loved shore,
For hardships fierce and dire,
But Abe's oppressing hordes now pour
To make Virginia tire.
Still loud for help the Sonth [sic] hath called,
Still recreant kept I back,
My friends by hundreds for me died,
Ere I too took the track.
But now I've started, off I go,
Determine all to win,
To carve a tomb-stone for the foe,
Before I shall give in,
I leave my friends, my home and all,
My fate to boldly try,
My blood for vengeance loud shall call,
If by the North I die.
Enough of sadness soon soon [sic] I'll hear,
The battles ringing shout,
To Hessians then I'll leave all fear,
My sword must flashing out.
Where charging squadrons furious meet,
And sword is clashed with sword,
I'll death or glory gladly great [sic],
As I cleave the invading horde.
