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Show The Ringing Roll of "Dixie." Tho old brigade march slower now ths boys who wore thu gruj Iiut there's llfo nn' buttle spirit In a host o' them to-dnyl Thev hear their comrndes cnllln' from tho white tents far nwny, An' aimuur with thu rlntsln' roll of "Dixie!" They feet tho old-time thrill of It the bnttla plains they bco Ai;a In they chnrxu with Jackson, an' face thu IlKht with Lee; An' the uhoutln' hlll.i lira nnsvvcrcd by the thunders of the hor Whrn they rally to tho rlnsln' roll of "Dixie!" The battlo-flelda nro voiceless onco wet with crimson rain; O'or unknown Bravci of horocs wavo golden ileitis of grain; Hut phantom form they leap tc life, und cher the ranks again, Far-answering to tho rlngin' roll of "Dixie!" Uent, drums! tho old-tlmo chorus; an' IiukIo, blow your best; And ne. oh, llas they loved so well, above eneh war-scarred breast! Till they vanish down the vnlley to their last, eternal rtst. Still answering to the rlngln" roll of "Dixie!" Frank L. Stanton In Atlanta Constitution. |