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I — g ^ 
 
 TENNESSE! 
 
 FIRE AWAY! 
 
 Black Republican bandits 
 
 Have crossed to our shore, 
 Our soil lias been dyed 
 
 With Tennesse's gore; 
 The murderer's triumph 
 
 Was theirs for a day : — 
 Our triumph is coming — 
 
 So fire — fire away ! 
 
 Fire away ! 
 
 Be steady — be ready — 
 
 And firm every hand — 
 Pour your shot like a storm 
 
 On the vile Yankee band. 
 On their flanks, on their centre, 
 
 Our batteries piny — 
 And we sweep them like chaff, 
 
 As we fire — fire away ! 
 Fire away ! 
 
 Lo ! the smoke-wreaths uprising I 
 
 The belching flames tear 
 Wide gaps through the curtain, 
 
 Revealing despair. 
 Torn flutters their banner — 
 
 They run in dismay : 
 They are waveriug — sinking — 
 
 So fire — fire away ! 
 Fire away ! 
 
 They sneer at the rags 
 
 Of Tennessee braves, 
 They would hunt us like dogs, 
 
 And treat us as slaves. 
 Rut oh Lincoln tools ! 
 
 Their sneering don't piy, 
 For the bare-footed patriots 
 
 Will fire — fire away ! 
 Fire away ! 
 
 'Tis over — the thunders 
 
 Have died on the gale — 
 Of the wounded and vanquished 
 
 Hark ! hark to the wail ! 
 Long the Lincoln invader 
 
 Shall mourn for the day 
 When Tennesseians was summoned 
 
 To fire — fire away ! 
 Fire awav! 
 
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