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The Southern Men 
 
 By a Southern Lady, 
 
 You can never win them back — 
 
 ver — never ! 
 Though they perish on the track 
 
 Of your endeavour — ■ 
 Though their -v? the earth 
 
 That smiled upon their birth, 
 And blood pollutes each hearth - 
 
 St one for< 
 
 They have risen, to a man, 
 
 Stern and fear' 
 Of your curses and your ban 
 
 They are eareli 
 Every hand is on its knife, 
 Every gtn is primed for strife, 
 Every palm contains a life 
 
 High and pen 
 
 You have do such blood as theirs 
 
 For the shedding, 
 In the veins of cav:i 
 
 Was its heading, 
 You have no such stately men 
 In your Abolition den — 
 To march thro' foe and fen, 
 
 Nothing dreading. 
 
 They may fall before the fire 
 
 Of your legions, 
 Paid in gold for murder'd hire, 
 
 (Bought allegiance !) 
 But, for every drop you sfa 
 You shall have a mound of dead ! 
 And the vultures shall be fed 
 
 In our regions. 
 
 But the battle to the strong 
 
 Is not given, 
 When the Judge of right and wrong 
 
 Sits in heaven ! 
 And the God of David still 
 Guides the pebbles with his will — 
 There are giauts yet to kill — 
 
 Wrongs unshriven ! 
 
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