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 Graves for the 
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GRAVES 
 
 FOR THE INVADERS. 
 
 : 
 
 A FRAGMENT. 
 
 Graves for the invaders', graves 
 Scoop'd from the reeking sod — 
 
 Room for these Northern knaves 
 Peep in the soil they've trod ! 
 
 Greet them to Southern plains — 
 (live all — best lost than won, — ■ 
 
 Contagious to tire their veins 
 Bred of our Southern sun ! 
 
 Ye foul Abolition crew. 
 
 You've rent each bond of yore 
 Which our fathers pledged with you- 
 
 Now sundered evermore, 
 
 Bj our blacken'd roof- tree beams;— 
 ( Hir door-step's bloody stains ; — 
 
 Bj our women's frantic screams ; — 
 Our children's scattered brains ! 
 
 By our old ancestral trees, 
 Uprooted, torn, shcll-riv'n ; 
 
 By the murder-tainted breeze 
 Foul from your hellish hcav'u ! 
 
 By our desolated lands ; — 
 Our father's trodden graves ; 
 
 By the knives placed in the hands 
 Of our once happy slaves ! 
 
 Think ye that the South is won 
 By the five-mile mortar shell '.' 
 
 By the long-range rifled gun — 
 The range you love so well? 
 
 No ! we'll draw you toe to heel, 
 Our blades are crimson gilt ; 
 
 One grip of true Southern steel — 
 Distance — from point to hilt! 
 
 Thou vile Northern chiffonier — 
 Home ealv'd or flung from sea ; 
 
 ( >h. shame, that our cavalier 
 Must sully his sword with thee! 
 
 Han INNAH, Gjt . 1868. 
 
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