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| | God Save the South |
 | | 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!" Chanting our battle cry, "Freedom or death!" 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! |
| library.thinkquest.org /27411/Songs/Confederate/God%20Save%20the%20South.htm (332 words) |
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