Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the...
Songs of the South: Choice Selections from Southern Poets from Colonial ... - xx. oldal
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